Derek and Stiles’ interactions remind me of my puppy whenever he tries to chase a cat; when he first sees one he’ll start growling and his fur will stick on end, then he’ll take off, but when he manages to corner it he doesn’t know what to do, so he’ll just stand there, lurking over it and growling until he gets bored and goes away.
You’re not crossing the street Scott; you don’t need to look right and left before you roll your ball down the lane, sweetie.
Sti-i-iiiii-leees my bbcakes. I dance whenever you’re on the screen.
omfg. DEREK! Way to be fucking blunt and totally nonchalant about it. “Yes, Scott you’ll probably end up murdering somebody. Lol nbd bro. Circle of life and shit.”
Dude. You’re making out with your girlfriend in the middle of the night, at school, in an empty school bus. That’s like rock bottom, bro.
Oh, nope. Nightmare. Go figure.
Scott: *growling under breath*
Visiting Team Lacrosse Player: *backs away slowly*
Stiles, you are the best.
“Well, I define it as not telling the truth. How do you define it?”
“…Reclining your body in a horizontal.. position?”
Jesus Christ, you two. You don’t need to go to his fucking house with a shovel and unbury half a corpse to prove that it exists. What you should do is send an anonymous tip to the police. So THEY can deal with it. Scott was practically hyperventilating just looking at the chick’s dead feet.
Boys are so silly.
‘totes callin it right now
major edward cullen vibes dude
mysterious and broody motherfucka
“it’s not safe, bella”
*molten stare from under strong caveman brow*
