Random Ramblings & Fabulous Fangirling

Sparkleblsm
-also known as-
Katie, Kate or Kat

31, cis-female, bisexual, pagan.

Slightly mad, but oh-so-lovable and squishy.
Loves her family, fiance and friends, the insanity called life and looking at life with a good sense of humor.

A multi-shipper, but I have my favourites.
Love reading fanfic, write a little of my own.

Addicted To
Fandoms
Music
Medieval faires
Halloween
Wonderfully scented things
Unconventional pastimes
Anything else that makes life a little more unusual or fun.

Current Obsessions
Pacific Rim
Almost Human
Sleepy Hollow
Marvel Movies
Supernatural

Past Obsessions
Harry Potter
CSI
Numb3rs
Buffy the Vampire Slayer

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I only have 4 moods:

  • fuck this
  • fuck that
  • fuck me
  • fuck you

I empathize with the above, but I have an additional 4 moods to add:

  • fuck yeah
  • fuck no
  • fuck my life
  • fuck everything

and don’t forget the inevitable 

  • fuck it

and for those who have just given up

  • fuck

this is beautiful

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a concert in the life of Jared Padalecki[ACL’14]

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I wrote this stupid joke, couldn’t stop laughing at it, and then drew it. [x]

Gunandorf.

I appreciate you, Scott.

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Stiles had his ass in the air, presented for Derek, perfectly framed by the straps of his jockstrap. Draped across Derek’s bed, pale skin contrasting with black sheets drastically. 

And then, pulled hard back on those straps, Stiles hips moving slightly before he let go, the snap leaving giant red marks. And then fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck Derek needed to cover Stiles’ pale skin in red. Smacking at his perky, little, bubble butt. Biting at muscular thighs and that beautiful delicate neck. 

Marking and making his. 

When Stiles was prepped, loose, wet, and greedy, Derek slid in. One quick snap of hips. Fully seated in that tight, tight, burning heat. In love with the way Stiles clenched around his cock. 

And that first thrust in? Well, it was always the best. That first little gasp from Stiles as he got used to the sensation again of being fucked raw and open. And how Stiles just begged for it, more and more, gripping his own cock as he tugged it like his life depended on it. Precum dripping on the sheets under him. 

It wasn’t even like having a cock in the ass was the best part of sex, or even having your cock buried in a burning heat, no, it was sharing each other’s air, trusting each other with this. So open and raw, like how they fucked, how they made love, cliche in it’s own way. The way they marked each other, bruising fingertips and sharp teeth. How when they we just about to reach climax they both knew it was coming. Both could read each other’s bodies like no other. 

Stiles voice going high and needy, cock twitching and balls drawn tight. Derek snarling low in the back of his throat, hands gripping Stiles’ jockstrap and pulling him in harder. Forcing his hips back. Thighs twitching pathetically when he finally came, deep and hard inside of his partner. White strips covering the bed as Stiles’ arms gave in. 

Both wrapped in each other’s arms, sticky and disgusting. Warm and sated. Giggling like loons into each other’s mouths, giddy with the way this came so naturally to them. How perfectly it worked. 

How stupidly amazing Stiles felt in his arms but not like the romance novel puzzle piece. A puzzle piece wouldn’t knee him in its sleep. 

-Jay

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Typical racist rhetoric:

The “oh, but you’re not like the rest of them” line.

Never forget

His fucking face in the third pic is like every white boy I’ve ever seen try to explain away his racist/sexist/homophobic comment.

When it’s actually the opposite. European settlers were the savages. Native Americans had running irrigation systems! They had beautiful and intricate cities and homes and communities. They were clean, and respectful of the environment, and even used a form of breath sweeteners! But no. You won’t learn any of that in American history classes. You won’t learn about the complete and utter genocide of a nation of people who originally inhabited this land. Nope.

Obviously they weren’t that advanced if we were able to defeat them so easily

You’re right. The practices native Americans used to keep their homes and villages clean wasn’t advanced enough to fight off the diseases brought over by those nasty ass white settlers. Probably because they’d never been exposed to such a degree of filth and little regard for hygiene. That was a large reason many indigenous Americans died, disease.

I can’t believe how snobby this person sounds about his ancestors committing mass genocide, like…

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all I need is your compliance and your fighting skills 

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Sabriel one more time holla

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Stiles wasn’t sure how it came to this. Well, he did.The pack had finally come together. All of them, even Scott. They were one now, Derek alpha and everyone accepting that. 
So now they had pack sleepovers, something Derek said he hated but they all knew he loved it, always held at Derek’s apartment. And since the unicorns that had come into town last week they had been all trying to stick together as much as possible. Especially since apparently unicorns went after virgins for purity reasons. Really Stiles just need to pay a prostitute to get rid of the thing since really it was what threatened his life the most. 
And since the unicorns had come it had been Stiles babysitting season. Today happen to be Derek’s turn. And since they were already used to sleeping over at Derek’s Stiles felt no need to make the man stay at his house and sleep on the floor.  
Since his father knew about the whole werewolves and things that go bump in the night thing his dad was more than happy to have someone watching after Stiles. He also look a little pleased when Stiles had told him the reason it was going after him was because of his intact purity. Really the man need to realize he wasn’t going to stay that way forever and if it was his choice it would have been done away with a while ago. 
But now he was standing in Derek’s room, the man sitting on his bed in only this underwear, clinging to his legs in ways that made Stiles’ throat go dry. They had something going on. Stiles honestly wasn’t sure what to label it. But it was something. 
There was a lot of scent marking. Scott had been the one to say something about it first, under the impression that Stiles obviously didn’t know what the alpha was doing, but honestly Stiles did. He wasn’t that blind. He knew that those lingering touches were more than just comfort or passing movements. 
They had this little dance, of flirting veiled thinly by threats and violence hidden almost kisses. It was them. 
So now, standing in Derek’s bedroom, after the alpha had said that there was no need for Stiles to sleep on the couch, wondering what would happen. Obviously Derek wanted them to share a bed. And while that was something Stiles seriously wanted to do he wasn’t sure what else might happen. And he wasn’t sure if he was ready for sex even if he said he was or if it would solve a lot of their problems. 
Derek got in, just patting the bed next to him. Stiles shuffled over, stepping on the sleep pants he borrowed from Derek, before crawling in. The bed cold and the room dark. But he stared, straight into Derek’s eyes, at least where he thought the man’s eyes were. He wasn’t sure. 
The moment the alpha’s eyes flashed red Stiles knew he had been on point, a rumbled, “Go to sleep Stiles,” before going dark again. Stiles tried closing his eyes, then started to wiggle. Trying to arrange his limbs in the most comfortable way and trying to forget that this was the first time he was sharing a bed with someone he was interested in. In love with would be more accurate. 
Derek growled. 
Stiles flipped over. Facing the wall, wide open and body hyperaware of the massive space heater behind him. He couldn’t help it as his limb kept twitching, his mind running at a hundred miles per minute. 
He didn’t even realize it happened until but suddenly there were huge, tight, arms around him. Caging him in. He went limp. Brain completely disconnected from the rest of his body. “Relax, Stiles.” It was an annoyed little huff and for some reason it helped. Knowing that this didn’t change who they were. 
Stiles’ body relaxed, feeling more comfortable than he had only minutes ago. Warm and comfortable. 
And then Stiles just had to go and open his big mouth, “Are we going to have sex? Like I would like that, and yeah it would help with the unicorn thing but ummm is that’s what this is?”
Derek stilled, quiet before sighing, “No, that’s not what this is. This is me protecting you.”
"By cuddling?" Stiles couldn’t help but be an ass about it. He really couldn’t. It was how is brain was wired.
Derek snarled, low, but Stiles knew it was all bravado. “I am not going to have sex with you because of some unicorn.”
"Does that mean you would have sex with me for other reasons? Like you liking me reasons?" There was something about being wrapped in Derek’s warm embrace that gave him the confidence to say this. Also not having to face the man and the room being dark. 
"Shut up and go to sleep, Stiles."
"That wasn’t a no." Now he was being a bit of a dick. 
Derek lowered his mouth right next to Stiles ear, making him shiver, full body and moving down his spin and to his toes. Just a low snarl that turned him on way more than it should. And he knew Derek could smell it by the way he stuck his face into Stiles’ neck and taking in a deep breath. 
Derek gave him the smallest, featherlight kiss to the soft skin behind his ear. So loving and gentle and Stiles knew this would all work out.
Unicorn be damned. 
-Jay

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Stiles wasn’t sure how it came to this. Well, he did.The pack had finally come together. All of them, even Scott. They were one now, Derek alpha and everyone accepting that. 

So now they had pack sleepovers, something Derek said he hated but they all knew he loved it, always held at Derek’s apartment. And since the unicorns that had come into town last week they had been all trying to stick together as much as possible. Especially since apparently unicorns went after virgins for purity reasons. Really Stiles just need to pay a prostitute to get rid of the thing since really it was what threatened his life the most. 

And since the unicorns had come it had been Stiles babysitting season. Today happen to be Derek’s turn. And since they were already used to sleeping over at Derek’s Stiles felt no need to make the man stay at his house and sleep on the floor.  

Since his father knew about the whole werewolves and things that go bump in the night thing his dad was more than happy to have someone watching after Stiles. He also look a little pleased when Stiles had told him the reason it was going after him was because of his intact purity. Really the man need to realize he wasn’t going to stay that way forever and if it was his choice it would have been done away with a while ago. 

But now he was standing in Derek’s room, the man sitting on his bed in only this underwear, clinging to his legs in ways that made Stiles’ throat go dry. They had something going on. Stiles honestly wasn’t sure what to label it. But it was something. 

There was a lot of scent marking. Scott had been the one to say something about it first, under the impression that Stiles obviously didn’t know what the alpha was doing, but honestly Stiles did. He wasn’t that blind. He knew that those lingering touches were more than just comfort or passing movements. 

They had this little dance, of flirting veiled thinly by threats and violence hidden almost kisses. It was them. 

So now, standing in Derek’s bedroom, after the alpha had said that there was no need for Stiles to sleep on the couch, wondering what would happen. Obviously Derek wanted them to share a bed. And while that was something Stiles seriously wanted to do he wasn’t sure what else might happen. And he wasn’t sure if he was ready for sex even if he said he was or if it would solve a lot of their problems. 

Derek got in, just patting the bed next to him. Stiles shuffled over, stepping on the sleep pants he borrowed from Derek, before crawling in. The bed cold and the room dark. But he stared, straight into Derek’s eyes, at least where he thought the man’s eyes were. He wasn’t sure. 

The moment the alpha’s eyes flashed red Stiles knew he had been on point, a rumbled, “Go to sleep Stiles,” before going dark again. Stiles tried closing his eyes, then started to wiggle. Trying to arrange his limbs in the most comfortable way and trying to forget that this was the first time he was sharing a bed with someone he was interested in. In love with would be more accurate. 

Derek growled. 

Stiles flipped over. Facing the wall, wide open and body hyperaware of the massive space heater behind him. He couldn’t help it as his limb kept twitching, his mind running at a hundred miles per minute. 

He didn’t even realize it happened until but suddenly there were huge, tight, arms around him. Caging him in. He went limp. Brain completely disconnected from the rest of his body. “Relax, Stiles.” It was an annoyed little huff and for some reason it helped. Knowing that this didn’t change who they were. 

Stiles’ body relaxed, feeling more comfortable than he had only minutes ago. Warm and comfortable. 

And then Stiles just had to go and open his big mouth, “Are we going to have sex? Like I would like that, and yeah it would help with the unicorn thing but ummm is that’s what this is?”

Derek stilled, quiet before sighing, “No, that’s not what this is. This is me protecting you.”

"By cuddling?" Stiles couldn’t help but be an ass about it. He really couldn’t. It was how is brain was wired.

Derek snarled, low, but Stiles knew it was all bravado. “I am not going to have sex with you because of some unicorn.”

"Does that mean you would have sex with me for other reasons? Like you liking me reasons?" There was something about being wrapped in Derek’s warm embrace that gave him the confidence to say this. Also not having to face the man and the room being dark. 

"Shut up and go to sleep, Stiles."

"That wasn’t a no." Now he was being a bit of a dick. 

Derek lowered his mouth right next to Stiles ear, making him shiver, full body and moving down his spin and to his toes. Just a low snarl that turned him on way more than it should. And he knew Derek could smell it by the way he stuck his face into Stiles’ neck and taking in a deep breath. 

Derek gave him the smallest, featherlight kiss to the soft skin behind his ear. So loving and gentle and Stiles knew this would all work out.

Unicorn be damned. 

-Jay

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Stiles body was beautiful, well, all of him was but there was something about Stiles’ naked body that scent Derek into a state of awe. 
All long limbs, pale skin, and tight muscles. All covered in a spatter of moles and freckles and dusted in soft chocolate brown hair. 
Derek got poetic about the kid’s body. 
Sharp hips, soft skin, long fingers and perfectly bowed upper lip. Big doe eyes and long soft locks. 
Derek was more than a little bit in love. That was something he could admit. He was pretty sure something in him knew from the most he had first laid eyes on Stiles that he was going to ruin his life. But he hadn’t expected it to be in this way. To make every dream filled with plush, pink lips. 
So yeah, he was a bit lovesick. To the point that he was sneaking into Stiles’ room while he was at school to burn his scent into his nose. Wanted to always smell it. Like lilies on the edge of a thunderstorm. Stupid poetic and the only thing he could think to call it. 
He came home one day. Opening the door, to be struck with that wonderful scent. Mixing in with what he has come to call home. Stiles was laying on the couch, no shirt and working off his pants. So gorgeous. 
Derek just walked back out. This wasn’t something he was supposed to see. He wasn’t allowed this. 
But then he was. 
He was allowed this. Stiles wanted this. He was no longer underage, his father and Derek actually got a long. He walked back in, taking a deep breathe.
Lilies on the edge of a thunderstorm. Home. 
-Jay

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Stiles body was beautiful, well, all of him was but there was something about Stiles’ naked body that scent Derek into a state of awe. 

All long limbs, pale skin, and tight muscles. All covered in a spatter of moles and freckles and dusted in soft chocolate brown hair. 

Derek got poetic about the kid’s body. 

Sharp hips, soft skin, long fingers and perfectly bowed upper lip. Big doe eyes and long soft locks. 

Derek was more than a little bit in love. That was something he could admit. He was pretty sure something in him knew from the most he had first laid eyes on Stiles that he was going to ruin his life. But he hadn’t expected it to be in this way. To make every dream filled with plush, pink lips. 

So yeah, he was a bit lovesick. To the point that he was sneaking into Stiles’ room while he was at school to burn his scent into his nose. Wanted to always smell it. Like lilies on the edge of a thunderstorm. Stupid poetic and the only thing he could think to call it. 

He came home one day. Opening the door, to be struck with that wonderful scent. Mixing in with what he has come to call home. Stiles was laying on the couch, no shirt and working off his pants. So gorgeous. 

Derek just walked back out. This wasn’t something he was supposed to see. He wasn’t allowed this. 

But then he was. 

He was allowed this. Stiles wanted this. He was no longer underage, his father and Derek actually got a long. He walked back in, taking a deep breathe.

Lilies on the edge of a thunderstorm. Home. 

-Jay

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