When this moment comes, I will be ready.
someone shouted “do it for the vine” at the train station earlier and i was afraid for my fucking life
apparently some guy named mark was trying to tell my mom he needed to speak with my dad about any financial transactions my mom was making because he was the man of the house and she did not take kindly to his implying that my dad was the primary breadwinner/person in charge in our family so
The “I can’t even comment cause I can’t touch this" line is
"You love hair bows"
"I LOVE HAIR BOWS"
Aww that’s so-
Oh hey shes getting olde-
How dare you
WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS
THAT IS UNACCEPTABLE DON’T DO THIS TO ME
HOW DARE YOU WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME????????????????????????
Adventures in Retail! Tips for maximum service!
Everyone needs to watch this.
Tatiana Maslany on the red carpet at the Canadian Screen Awards in Toronto on Sunday March 9, 2014.
He’s just mad because he can’t acquire all the apple juice that I’m acquiring. (x)
OH GOD OKAY BUT DEREK !!!! TREATING STILES LIKE HE’S FRAGILE WHEN HE FINDS OUT STILES IS SICK. NO MORE OF THE ANTAGONISTIC BANTER OR SHOVING OR TOUCHING. IT ALL SUDDENLY GETS VERY HESITANT AND CAREFUL AND KIND !!!!
LIKE DEREK CUPPING HIS ELBOW WHEN THEY WALK UP STAIRS. DEREK HOLDING HIS HAND OUT BEHIND STILES BACK BUT NOT QUITE TOUCHING AS THEY WALK. DEREK OFFERING TO GRAB THINGS SO STILES DOESN’T HAVE TO GET UP AND GET IT HIMSELF. DEREK NO LONGER BEING COMFORTABLE EVEN LAYING A COMMISERATING HAND ON STILES’ SHOULDER BECAUSE HE FEELS LIKE HE’S NOT ALLOWED, HE FEELS LIKE AN ASSHOLE AND A TERRIBLE PERSON FOR BEING SO CARELESS WITH STILES’ FRAGILITY BEFORE EVEN THOUGH IT WASN’T MALICIOUS, PERSE. AND WHO KNOWS HOW LONG THIS DISEASE HAS BEEN LURKING IN STILES’ HEAD, REALLY. DEREK TORTURES HIMSELF OVER IT ALL BECAUSE IT WOULD BE JUST HIS LUCK THAT A JOKING HEAD-TO-THE-STEERING-WHEEL WOULD HAVE AWAKENED THE DETERIORATION IN STILES’ BRAIN. BECAUSE EVERYTHING IS DEREK’S FAULT.
AND THEN OF COURSE STILES GRIPING BECAUSE HE HATES FEELING LIKE AN INVALID— “DEREK, WHAT THE FUCK, IT’S JUST MY BRAIN THAT’S FALLING TO PIECES. I’M PERFECTLY CAPABLE OF WALKING UP THE GOD DAMN STAIRS.” “DEREK, IF YOU APOLOGIZE ONE MORE TIME FOR YOUR ARM BRUSHING MINE I AM GOING TO FIND ALLISON’S BIGGEST GUN AND SHOVE IT RIGHT UP YOUR ASS.” “I SWEAR TO GOD, DEREK. TRY TO FOLLOW ME TO THE BATHROOM AGAIN AND SEE WHAT HAPPENS. I FUCKING DARE YOU.”
AND MAYBE BROKENLY: “Derek… Stop looking at me like that.” Derek swallows, feigns ease. “Like what?” Stiles stares up at him, the turn of his mouth furious but his eyes pleading, desperate. “Like when you see me, all you can see is my headstone.”
the thing about teen wolf is: you’re either watching 40 backflips and unusually bright explosions in a row or you’re watching a ten minute conversation between half of the characters around a very important looking table