I want to talk for a moment about how much I loved this scene. Not the part of Derek playing CSI, which was awesome, but his entrance to the scene.
Derek’s always had is creeper turn-your-head-and-there-is-he entrance. The show even winked at it when it had Scott do that at the school. So it felt natural when he did it on the rooftop. You knew as soon as the Sheriff started to turn around he’d be there.
But it’s different now, because it’s not some kid who doesn’t expect him and who no one would believe if they said anything, like Scott or Isaac. This is the sheriff. A person with a great deal of authority and he’s expecting Derek to just be there. Suddenly, this isn’t an entrance of someone who’s unwanted and untrusted, but an invited, trusted friend.
And that’s huge.
I loved the sort of bemused way the Sheriff took Derek appearing like a dark avenger, like he was just sort of exasperated and dismissive of Derek’s poor social skills, like he knows Derek’s personality well enough to just overlook how odd he can be.
by appearing on the roof the way he did it was a huge nod and a wink to Batman, we can’t forget that Commissioner Gordon used to use a light on the roof to summon Batman who used to appear and disappear after helping like this
Erica may never have gotten the chance to be Catwoman, but someone else became her batman
Sophie Turner & Maisie Williams at the Entertainment Weekly Comic Con Party Photobooth.
“Seriously,” Scott says, and Stiles doesn’t know if it’s a rhetorical question or a statement. It may be both, Scott has this unique ability. “Stiles, seriously.”
“You can stop it with the seriouslies now, Scott, really, I get it,” Stiles replies. He buries his head in his hands, and heaves a deep sigh.
“Dude.” Scott looks at him doubtfully, eyebrows creased into a judgemental mode, like he’s questioning Stiles’ sanity or something. Which wouldn’t actually be the first time. Scott tends to question Stiles’ sanity even on a good day. It’s good, though, Stiles needs that; Stiles needs Scott to put him back on track whenever he strays. “This has been, like, the tenth date you messed up.”
Stiles splutters. “Excuse you,” he scoffs, indignant. “I didn’t mess it up. I didn’t mess up any date. It’s not my fault that—”
“The people you date are not Derek?” Scott finishes. Stiles is kinda angry that they’re skyping and he can’t really clobber Scott over the head with something.
“That’s—that’s—” Oh uh, stammering. “That’s ridiculous is what it is,” he manages after another moment of wordless flailing, points an accusing finger at his webcam.
Scott snorts, clearly unimpressed. “If you mean you not getting your head out of your ass, then yeah, it’s painfully ridiculous, I agree.”
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I’ve found the name of Peter Hale’s gay werewolf pornography website.
OKAY BUT WHAT ABOUT A WEREWOLF HOOTERS-TYPE RESTAURANT IN A WEREWOLVES ARE KNOWN SOCIETY
PETER OPENS UP THIS SLEAZY DIVE JOINT FAMOUS FOR ITS GIANT PRETZEL KNOTS HURR HURR HURR
DEREK IS ONE OF THE LONG SUFFERING WAITERS
This is totally where Stiles spends his 21st birthday, isn’t it.
Derek hates this job, hates the fact that the summer before he starts his grad program that he’s so strapped for cash he’s willing to stoop to Peter’s level and cater to the the werewolf-fetishizing crowd. It’s demeaning and awful and if Derek never has to look at a giant pretzel again it’ll be too soon.
Unfortunately he makes amazing tips.
Derek just has to stick it out for three more weeks.
Tonight the crowd is pretty rowdy, and Derek sighs, tugging on the tight black bootyshorts that is his uniform, adjusts the white “shirt” links and straightens his bow tie. His chest is still stinging from yesterday’s wax job, and Derek can’t wait for the summer to be over and he can start growing out his chest hair again.
There’s a group heartily drunk over getting seated in his section already, having started off at the bar while they were waiting for a table. They all cheer and hoot when Derek approaches them, and there’s a guy wearing the silly paper crown that says “HAPPY 21ST BIRTHDAY” sitting with his back to Derek.
"How are you all doing tonight?" Derek asks.
"Celebrating!" The floppy-haired one with the uneven jawline in the corner says, waving his hands in the air. "It’s Stiles’ birthday! You guys do, like a special thing for birthday guests right?"
The pretty brunette girl next to him punches him in the shoulder and laughs. “Shut up, Scott, you know the birthday lap dance thing is just a rumor, it’s not a real thing.”
Derek bites his lip and forces himself to laugh. “What can I get for you guys today?”
They’re a happy group, and Derek takes down their drinks and orders of the garlic and pizza knot pretzels. He gets to the birthday boy last, who turns around to face Derek with a grin as his eyes trail up Derek’s bare torso.
He’s really cute.
"So how wet is the glazed knot?" he—Stiles, the other guy said— asks, licking his lips. "I mean, I want the full knot experience but I don’t want it too wet, but you know, just enough. I mean, will I be really full if I order it all for myself?"
"Have you had a knot before?" Derek asks, throat a little dry.
"Nope," Stiles says, popping the p with his lips. "I’m kind of excited about it. Think I can take the whole thing?"
"Ye—yeah," Derek says.
"I was a little worried, but I feel a lot better about it now," Stiles says, and there’s a wink. "As long as you’re the one giving it to me."
Someone probably took a bite out a bar of soap for this aesthetic so let’s take a moment to thank
Derek has a little trouble keeping control under the full moon. Luckily, Stiles is there to help.Happy Birthday Nasti!
So i have this giant pencil right
I think we all know where this is going.
the amount of people saying that they were expecting me to shove it up my ass is alarming