Teen Wolf writers, I recognize that you’ve made a decision about Derek’s Camaro. But given that it’s a stupid-ass decision, I’ve elected to ignore it.
That Akward moment when you realise Lee Pace is actually two years younger than Orlando Bloom…
OMG.. I CAN JUST IMAGINE
Orlando: CALL ME ADA.
Lee: NEVER
Orlando: DO IT. DO IT. CALL ME ADA.
Lee: NO. GO TO YOUR ROOM SON.
i wanna be president of the scott mccall fanclub
i think you’d have to pry the title from Derek Hale’s cold dead fingers
Yeah after you step over Isaac’s dead body.
And fight Allison one-on-one.
Then push Stiles off a cliff.
its really hard to make a lego’s death dramatic
is boromir holding a banana
the greatest video game ever made
(( continuation to this ))
Stiles doesn’t even need to go look for him. As soon as he rushes outside once class has ended, after seeing Derek standing in the parking lot through the window; he spots Derek coming towards him from under the bridge. His eyes are locked on him, which immediately erases any thoughts of Derek looking for Scott rather than him right out of Stiles’ head.
“What are you doing here?” He asks, bouncing down the stairs, not caring about the distance or people between them. He knows Derek can hear him.
“I need your help,” Derek replies firmly, walking to meet him.
Stiles stops at the foot of the stairs, frowning curiously as Derek approaches.
“You okay?”
It’s not the first time he’s asked Derek that, but in the past it had always required the werewolf to be in evident pain or a death-threatening situation. Blood was almost always included. It’s not this time though. Derek looks fine; isn’t bleeding or appears to be in any kind of physical pain.
But there’s something in his eyes. Stiles sees it even before Derek steps out of the shadow from under the bridge and drops his troubled gaze from Stiles.
“No,” he admits.
