Kaya’s British-ness vs. Dylan’s American-ness
Dylan: The one-sided competition continues!
I get so excited when people send me asks, like you could literally just send me one that says pancakes and I’d be so flattered that you took the time to send me that
Malia Tate in “Orphaned”
lydia giving the middle finger
This isn’t a ghost story. It’s a love story. — The little moments in season 7 leading to his goodbye to River.
Stiles doesn’t know why the pack thinks he’s a virgin. He’s really confused.
“How many people have you slept with?” Allison, who has been trying to get Scott to breathe this entire time, asks.
“Men or women?” Stiles asks and that’s apparently not what they were expecting judging by the way they’re all choking.
can we stop with the whole “malia is just there as a romantic interest for stiles and she serves no other purpose because she isn’t a character of her own” thing. bc so far she and stiles have only interacted for half of the episodes this season and also we’ve seen her with every other main character. as for not serving a purpose???? like two episodes in a row she’s been the one to figure shit out now pls stop
Derek leans forward as Stiles’ eyes flutter open, touches his hand carefully.
Stiles scrunches his face up, squints at him groggily, “Who’re you?”
"I’m Derek," he says hesitantly, reminding himself the doctor did say this could happen. It’s not long term. It’s not a terrible spell gone wrong. Derek will be remembered by the most important person in his life eventually. He swallows hard, tries not to panic. "I’m your husband."
Stiles’ eyes go wide, “You’re what— you’re my— you?”
Derek tamps down on the flash of hurt, “Yeah, I’m sor—”
"Holy bananas, how’d I— how’d I get you to marry me? You’re so beautiful.”
Derek laughs, “So’re you.”
"Yeah, but," Stiles points weakly at Derek’s mouth, "Look at’your teeth, oh my god, how do they even— s’cute. Am I— Are you sure?”
"Pretty sure," Derek promises, squeezes his hand, "There was a ceremony and everything."
"What?" Stiles sits up a little, blinks wildly, "Did we really— I mean— really?"