#teen Rolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale
I’M LAUGHING SO FUCKING HARD AT HOECHLIN WHAT AN ADORABLE CLUELESS WOODLAND CREATURE I JUST WANT TO PET HIM AND FEED HIM BERRIES
#crazy cast #tyler hoechlin #colton haynes
Derek traveled, a lot. He flew to Europe at least three times a month, sometimes to South America or India. After shit went down in Beacon Hills, well, after it was done with once and for all and the Nemeton was put back into some magical form of hibernation, Derek went back to school and got his Masters in Linguistics from MIT. From there, he’d gotten his Doctorate while studying abroad at the University of Edinburgh. A bonafide polyglot, Derek spoke six languages apart from English: Russian, Spanish, French, Japanese, Arabic, and Polish. As a hobby, he studied Gaelic, because he wanted to.
His closet was full of suits, all designer, that replaced his trademark henleys, tank tops, and jeans. He still had them, but barely got to wear them. He always had a suitcase half packed in the corner of his and Stiles’ room. They had a loft together in NYC, along with Derek’s loft back in Beacon Hills that they’d renovated when they still lived there. They used it whenever they visited, which was a handful of times throughout the year.
Stiles, well. Stiles transferred schools three times, and changed his major twice because he didn’t know what he wanted to do, then decided to take a sabbatical. He’d be going back to school in the fall, this time at Cornell, to finish his Masters in Anthropology. In the meantime, he backpacked his way through Europe, where ever Derek was sent to. Derek believed that Stiles, never having left the country prior to their multiple escapades to Mexico when he was in High School, had a sense of wanderlust that his major helped bring to fruition. In Paris, during Derek’s down time, they went to museums where Stiles spent hours walking the halls. Derek took him to his alma mater in Edinburgh, where Stiles spent days in the library researching for fun.
#fic rec #sterek
"I’m very shy,” O’Brien says. “I wish more people believed me when I say that. Stiles is a version of me that rarely exists in the real world. He’s so confident and extroverted, and I’m much more restrained and internal.”
"Let’s hear a bit, shall we? On a Sunday afternoon, when the shutters are down and the proletariat possesses the street there are certain thoroughfares which remind one of nothing less than a big cancerous cock."
#shameless #ian gallagher #jimmy lishman
#once upon a time