Imagine that girl in elementary school that never stopped talking about horses in a class with 1700 other girls who are obsessed with horses in a class about horses
Somewhere near the end of Teen Wolf I want Scott to save Derek from something and for Derek to be like “Why did you do that?”, and then for Scott to smile and respond “We’re brothers, right?”
"Hoechlin is about 200 pounds of, like, ONLY muscle. I don’t think he has fat anywhere on his body."
#wHY DON’T MORE PEOPLE TALK ABOUT THIS SCENE???!!?/ #I LOVE IT SO MUCH #SAM LITERALLY JUST #CLOSES HIS EYES #AND //BREATHES// #AND THEY DIE #LIKE FUCK MAN #MARK ME DOWN AS SCARED AND HORNY
"This child is… related to you?" Derek looks down at the quiet, curly haired four year old drawing a picture of a whale.
"Yep," Stiles beams, leans forward to ruffle Calliope’s hair. "We don’t see my Aunt much, they live up in Michigan."
Calliope blinks at Derek, holds up her picture, complete with a mermaid and a green scribbled dragon breathing fire under the sea.
"Ok," Derek nods, "I can see it."
Stiles narrows his eyes at him, rolls up his sleeves to help Callie color the sand at the bottom with a salmon pink crayon.
"Huh," Derek sits down on the couch slowly, eyes fixated on Stiles’ hands. "You’re pretty good at this."
"No lines to go over," Stiles winks at him. "I always felt too confined with those, and you know me, I like to plough into new territory."
Derek does not feel his cheeks go pink.
"Hey kids," the Sheriff pokes his head round the door. "I’m off, dinner’s in the fridge because you’re twenty and you can make your own grub by now."
Stiles snorts, lifts hand to wave his dad off, “Go keep our fair town safe, father mine.”
You weren’t asleep.