Why don't we go, somewhere only we know?
Im Nicole
Glee. Teen Wolf. Everything in-between.
I hate Dylan O'Brien with every fiber in my being
Glee. Teen Wolf. Everything in-between.
I hate Dylan O'Brien with every fiber in my being
Okay, I’m going to need to spend a little bit of time talking about that last panel, because holy crap, that “YES!” was nearly unhinged. My love for this scene is off the charts - NOT ONLY because I don’t see any pedastal-ing of Lydia here, but because we’re three episodes in and Stiles is ALREADY fraying. I understand why Jeff Davis decided to jump four months in the timeline - it makes sense to reset everyone to a more even keel, even if in my heart of hearts I want all the angst. But man, Stiles did NOT end last season in a good place (however much they wanted us to think that via that final lacrosse scene), and I don’t believe for a second that he actually dealt with any of his issues.
This just reinforces that for me. He’s had four months of relative calm, four months where he got to repress repress repress and pretend he didn’t have anything to do but play lacrosse with Scott. Only now, within the span of DAYS, he finds out there’s an Alpha pack in town and that Erica’s (supposedly) dead. He’s dealing with the fact that Boyd and Cora are loose and probably going to kill someone, that Scott’s desperately trying to stop them before that happens, that Heather’s gone missing, and that Lydia has somehow stumbled across yet another body.
And I love that in this moment, he loses control; all of that underlying tension and fear and desperation break through for just a second, because shit’s going to get BAD again, he knows it. There’s no fucking question. I feel like this is him trying to keep control of the situation, but it’s already slipping through his fingers. He’s not going to be able to keep Scott safe, or Lydia safe, or his DAD safe. Things are spiraling already - before the night’s over, he’ll know that Heather’s dead, that he couldn’t do a damn thing to protect her.
He’s 16 years old, on no PLANET should he be someone’s first call when they find a body, but here he’s convinced he should be, because if he knows everything, if he has all the facts, then maybe he can stop it. Maybe he can keep the people he cares about safe.
(Don’t mind me, I’ll just be sitting here, waiting for his complete and total obsession with this mystery to start. Because if he can figure it out, he can stop it. And if he can stop it, then everyone he loves is safe.)
It was a very precious moment while it lasted.
I hope Derek develops a crush on Ms. Blake and he is very awkward and stumbles over his words and blushes around her and avoids eye contact and leaves her presents on her desk like apples and flowers that don’t quite go together (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)
you don’t understand i would sell my firstborn to know how this story started
Well it all started when Mrs. Hayfer wanted me to babysit her dumb house. When I got the keys, I sat them on top of this pie that I found on the counter. I knew it was going to be given to the family for desert if I didn’t eat it soon, so I was going to plan to eat it in my teacher’s house and dump all the crumbs on her bed. So it’s a win-win, right? Besides, she wouldn’t find out about the crumbs until after I was paid, and this teacher hates me anyway. Then, I got distracted when this hot cheerleader calls me, asking about what movie I’d recommend, but before I could answer, I realize that my mom would be there any second to serve dinner, and there was no way I was sharing that pie. So I bust out of there with the pie and the keys, and the moment I get in the house, I start chowing down on the pie with my bare hands, trying to eat this thing before anyone knows I took it, right? Well, since the pie crust was dry, I chugged a 2-liter bottle of soda whenever my throat would get dry and eventually, I really needed “to go.” Only when I went to flush, the water wouldn’t stop flowing and there was no plunger to be found. Usually I’d just shrug and say it was Josh’s fault or something, but let’s get real here, Mrs. Hayfer would’ve blamed me about her toilet overflowing if I was 30 states away. So I jammed my foot in there, hoping it’d make the toilet stop flushing. Then my phone rings, and I knew it was my mom, asking where her pie went, and because Meghan decided it’d be a great idea to make my ring tone a bunch of cats meowing, Mrs. Hayfer’s dog, Tiberius starts freaking out, bashing into the door over and over again. Now anyone who knows this dog knows that this dog will happily eat anything, and that includes the pie, and probably myself. So my foot’s totally stuck in there right, I’m freaking out and I still got half a pie left.
BLESS YOU
the teen wolf character i most identify with is lydia martin whenever she’s in the same room as chris argent
The thing about Isaac Lahey is that sometimes he’s a cutie little puppy baby angel stupidface and sometimes he’s a violent bastard whose first plan of action is murder and sometimes he’s the most fabulously smooth motherfucker ever to swagger and all of those are real parts of his personality so in conclusion i s a a c l a h e y (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
