So, what if Derek comes back and is all “Scott please let me be your Beta, being an Omega is the worst, I promise I will follow all your orders and be a good soldier, I swear I can follow directions please let me PLEASE.”
And Scott squints at him and says “All of my orders? Like, ALL of them?”
And Derek nods furiously.
"Okay. Go get a massage."
And Derek frowns and says “what, that’s stupid, what are you talking about,” and Scott says “YOU SAID YOU WOULD FOLLOW MY ORDERS NOW GO GET A MASSAGE” and flashes his red eyes. So Derek goes and gets a massage—probably at a kiosk place in the mall, so he doesn’t have to take off his shirt, but after going he actually feels really good and energized yet relaxed, and also proud of himself for following his Alpha’s orders.
At the next pack meeting, after telling everyone what sort of perimeter patrols they’d be doing for the rest of the week, Scott asks Derek to stay behind for a minute. “I need to know which Indian restaurant in town has the most delicious Chicken Korma. I need you to go eat at all of them over the next month and decide which one is the best.”
Derek blinks. He loves Chicken Korma. He had eaten almost all of it that one time Stiles had brought some to a stakeout, a long time ago. “I—fine. I could have it done by Saturday, if you want.”
Scott shakes his head. “No, you’ll get sick of it and then you won’t be able to rank the later places accurately. Just try a new place whenever you’re in the mood for Indian, and then rank them for me.”
"Do you just care about taste, or do you want me to include levels for service and price?"
"That’s a good idea," Scott says, nodding approvingly. "Yes, include whatever you think is important."
The next week, he’s paying the check at Cafe Tandoor when he gets a text from Scott. I need your help at work tomorrow it reads.
When Derek shows up, Scott directs him to a box full of puppies. “Someone brought in these strays last night, and they have really matted fur, so I need you to brush them. I’d do it, but I have to work on cleaning out the cages.”
Derek looks down at where the puppies are whining up at him, tumbling over each other in eagerness. “I could clean the cages, if you want.” It seems more fair for him to do the grosser job.
"No, Deaton has a whole method he likes me to use, and it would take forever for me to show you where everything is and what to do. It’s faster this way."
Derek sits down on the floor and begins carding through the smallest puppy’s fur. It squeaks in delight and nuzzles against his hand.
#the middle right one is v natasha v natasha indeed #oh my god i’m gonna have to be flirty aren’t i #fuck this fuck him fuck me
I love how the movie starts with Natasha being 100% over Tony’s shit, but rallying to do her damn job, so that even if you don’t know on first viewing that she’s a spy in disguise, on second you can go back and see how even in the first scene Natasha is doing exactly as much as she needs to be believable but is very aware that her SHIELD paycheck is only worth so much.
I don’t think Scarlett Johansson gets nearly enough credit for this movie, because she isn’t just playing Natasha and Natasha-fully-immersed-in-being-Natalie; she’s playing a Natasha who’s being Natalie as much as necessary but who has these tiny moments where she comes up for air and is aware of being herself, but not so much that it’s even noticeable if you don’t know what you’re looking for.
Tyler Hoechlin - Cosmopolitan (US Edition), January 2014 [x]
THAT’S A PERSONAL PREFERENCE, NOT A JUDGMENT.
TYLER YOU ARE SUCH A SWEETHEART.
STOP RUINING US FOR OTHER BOYS I HATE YOU
I don’t even know what to do with Hoechlin in Cosmo except to say OF COURSE HOECHLIN IS A COSMO GUY OR WHAT THE FUCK EVER OF COURSE HE’S IN COSMO OF COURSE.
Then there’s Derek Hale’s Cosmo guy profile:
Derek Hale: “You’re not in love, you’re sixteen years old, you’re a child.”
Derek Hale: “Having, um. sex on the first date. People usually get mad and dump you if you don’t put out. Right?”
Derek Hale: “I can’t, um. I—friends kissing? On New Years—like, at a party? I don’t, uh—have—why are you asking me?”
Derek Hale: [muffled weeping]
#he’s kidding right #an entire movie where he looks like that?! #HOW THE FUCK AM I EXPECTED TO SURVIVE THAT?! #tom hardy
im so glad hollywood took my advice and cast tom hardy in a sexy post-apocalyptic movie where charlize theron has a grey buzzcut.
waiting for this movie to come out is the most painful thing
for fuck’s sake, tommy.
Derek hears laboured breaths and thinks things are about to get awkward. But no sexy time; just Stiles strangling himself in his sleep. Wait…
I imagine Stiles waking up with marks or not in his room, feet all torn up from sleep walking somewhere.
Also, Papa S - he knows about all this stuff now and this is a result of trying to save him.
Imagine him hearing a crash in the middle of the night dashing down the stairs to find Stiles standing in the middle of shattered glass, muttering in his sleep in what seems to be gibberish.
Hearing the crunch of glass and realising Stiles wasn’t even feeling it. So he’d have to pull him out of there.
Scott calls the next day, sees bloody footprints going across the carpet. He’s about to freak the hell out when a sleepy Stiles wanders in
"Oh. Hey, Scott."
What if it got so bad they had to restrain him at night. The sheriff would be completely against it. But ever logical Stiles would be like; ‘makes sense, dad…’
But then if something were to attack at night and Stiles was defenseless.
Maybe something of that ilk happens and it results in Derek hanging around at night to protect him. He ends up sleeping there, Sheriff gets a fold out cot for him until they find a solution.
Q:Awww, your Scott'n'Stiles art was my tumblr homepage background today. I took a screenshot for you: tinypic(.)com/r/3127mdz/5. Have a nice day! :-)
Oh my GOSH! That is so so so cool! ;~: I wonder how stuff like that happens?
I hope you don’t mind my publishing this just to share. It’s so neat!
It’s really creepy actually. Tumblr seems to take a feed from the friendslist of the last account you logged in as. So when I switch to my fashion account email, I get fashion/design work from people I follow on the login page. When I logout from fandom, it get stuff like this. JSYK when you log out, people who access your computer can still see the kinds of things you look at!
One time I logged out only to have a massive Keahu Kahuanui tweet image blown up on the login page.