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melthemagpie:

Derek Hale being a selfless angel (◡‿◡✿)

 (otta-ff)

I would be 100000% behind TW fandom if it decided that its OTPs were Lydia/smart ladies, Stiles/idk my bff Scott?, and Derek/DILFs.

(Source: hale-stilinskis)

helenish:

ianthebobo:

Thought I’d try Officer Stilinski since I did Officer Hale last time…

oh god I really think Stiles should arrest Derek while he’s peacefully protesting for werewolf civil rights and be incredibly gentle when closing the handcuffs around Derek’s wrists, even though the crowd is against him, shouting, roaring, spitting in his face, and the cop’s face is impassive, but he cups his hand protectively over Derek’s head as he folds him into the back of the squad car, and when he catches his eye in the rearview mirror, he grins, and says,
"Well, I think they liked me."
Derek looks out the window; he knows all about this part. Cops pretend to be your friend so you’ll admit to something incriminating, and they’re all really fucking assholes underneath.
Derek was trespassing, it’s true, he violated his probation (probably for graffiti-ing a giant wolf paw on a highway barrier when he was sixteen, he got of with six months of community service and probation). The cop doesn’t say anything else, but at the station he books Derek through quickly, points him down the hall to the phone while he’s signing the paperwork with a ballpoint pen. Derek shrugs. He doesn’t have anyone to call. 
"You—then you’ll have to spend the weekend here," the cop says, mouth tucking down into a frown. Derek shrugs again. Officer—Stilinski, he can see now, on the nametag, clicks the pen a few times, and then says, "Okay," and puts him in a cell.
The public defender shows up at 4:53, a young guy in a dark suit who smiles at him on the police station steps and tucks a card into his hand—a card for the most expensive law firm in town.
"I can’t, um, afford," Derek says, and the guy—McCall—waves it off. 
"Pro bono," he says. "Favor for a friend."
Derek hesitates; that sounds like there are strings attached. The sun is setting, crimson and purple, and McCall’s eyes glint, reflect, flash red. 
"I have a—vested interest, you could say," he says, shoving his hands in his pockets, ruining the line of his suit.

helenish:

ianthebobo:

Thought I’d try Officer Stilinski since I did Officer Hale last time…

oh god I really think Stiles should arrest Derek while he’s peacefully protesting for werewolf civil rights and be incredibly gentle when closing the handcuffs around Derek’s wrists, even though the crowd is against him, shouting, roaring, spitting in his face, and the cop’s face is impassive, but he cups his hand protectively over Derek’s head as he folds him into the back of the squad car, and when he catches his eye in the rearview mirror, he grins, and says,

"Well, I think they liked me."

Derek looks out the window; he knows all about this part. Cops pretend to be your friend so you’ll admit to something incriminating, and they’re all really fucking assholes underneath.

Derek was trespassing, it’s true, he violated his probation (probably for graffiti-ing a giant wolf paw on a highway barrier when he was sixteen, he got of with six months of community service and probation). The cop doesn’t say anything else, but at the station he books Derek through quickly, points him down the hall to the phone while he’s signing the paperwork with a ballpoint pen. Derek shrugs. He doesn’t have anyone to call. 

"You—then you’ll have to spend the weekend here," the cop says, mouth tucking down into a frown. Derek shrugs again. Officer—Stilinski, he can see now, on the nametag, clicks the pen a few times, and then says, "Okay," and puts him in a cell.

The public defender shows up at 4:53, a young guy in a dark suit who smiles at him on the police station steps and tucks a card into his hand—a card for the most expensive law firm in town.

"I can’t, um, afford," Derek says, and the guy—McCall—waves it off. 

"Pro bono," he says. "Favor for a friend."

Derek hesitates; that sounds like there are strings attached. The sun is setting, crimson and purple, and McCall’s eyes glint, reflect, flash red. 

"I have a—vested interest, you could say," he says, shoving his hands in his pockets, ruining the line of his suit.

(Source: tomrun)

maichan808:

Mating Games: Bonus Challenge Two (Sleepover)
I spent too much time on this, but the
pose ref
was too perfect to pass up

We’re adding a lot of comedy back into this season. We’re having a lot of fun with it. And it’s a way to sort of heal the wounds as well. There’s nothing like laughter. […] And what we’re doing actually in the fourth season, we’re getting Stiles and Scott back together. The pair that the show had revolved around in the beginning - And they’re just so good together.

Jeff Davis talking about Season 4 on AfterBuzz TV (via notanotherteenwolfpodcast)

agentotter:

SCOTT MCCALL IS FLAWLESS.

HE HAS A DIRTBIKE AND A PERFECT UNEVEN JAWLINE.

I HEAR HIS CLAWS ARE INSURED FOR ONE MILLION DOLLARS.

I HEAR HE DOES IMPORTANT PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENTS ABOUT PET OWNERSHIP. IN JAPAN.

ONE TIME, HE BROKE A MOUNTAIN ASH LINE BY FORCE OF WILL. IT WAS AWESOME.

(Source: teenwolf)