kiiinda want kira to get into metal-smithing now.
there are way more improbable things. she and derek can study together.
KIRA AND DEREK OPEN A JEWELRY ETSY SHOP. DEREK THREADS BEADS, KIRA HANDLES THE CLASPS.
With silver tongue, I weave the words,
Of death and deconstruction.
You know what? I’m pretty smart
I should be on the…………..
Your Zuko costume’s pretty good, but your scar’s on the wrong side.
Tumblr-user thehiddentriforce will forever carry dishonor with them.
For everyone who completely missed it, allow me to be less subtle:
I. Love. The twins.
I love ‘em. I love watching ‘em, I love every scene they’re in. They get a lot of hate, and I can see where it comes from. No doubt if Gage and Sinqua hadn’t left the show their characters would have had a warmer reception (I hasten to add that Gage, at least, chose to leave at the end of season 2 and Sinqua’s availability had been sporadic from the day his character was introduced and sometimes reality trumps storytelling and it sucks but there wasn’t a hell of a lot Jeff could do about it, please stop with the baseless accusations) .
But even with the Boyd and Erica storylines tainting their resumes, I love Ethan and Aiden. I want them around. I even want them in the pack. Let me explain why:
derek asking sheriff stilinski for dating permission with stiles ｡◕ ‿ ◕｡
derek going to sheriff stilinski to ask what stiles loves the most ಥ⌣ಥ
derek asking sheriff stilinski for tips on how to handle stiles (▰˘◡˘▰)
sheriff stilinski letting stiles stay out an extra hour with derek because he trusts him (✪㉨✪)
sheriff stilinski reminding stiles to take his pillow before going to stay at derek’s for the night (≧◡≦)
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.”