I coloured the sketch I did a while back, will probably be a print for AX.
Also good to get some colouring practice in.
no but can we please just talk about how derek doesn’t go all we don’t have time for your shit stiles we have planning to do like, he just shakes his head a little in a manner that borders dangerously close on fondly annoyed and he just lets stiles touch him like coming up with plans can wait i have to humour stiles now and then prove to him how powerful and manly i am later because i’m actually a teenager who needs to impress my crush can we please talk about that
“If you can punch a hole in vault wall, you can open this”
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So far in season 3 according to Aidi* part 5
*who squinted as she went through her dash very quickly
DEREK: Forget the drill.
DEREK: If I go in first, how much space do I have?
STILES: What do you think you’re gunna do, Derek? You’re gunna punch through the wall?
DEREK: Yes, Stiles! I’m gunna punch through the wall.
STILES: Okay, big guy. Let’s see it, let’s see that fist. Big, old fist. Make it, come on. Get it out there! Don’t be scared. Big, bad wolf? Yeah, look at that. Okay. See this? That’s maybe 3 inches of room to gather enough force to punch through solid—
He could do it!I love Peter’s reaction in the bg. xD
Peter:”Aw, to be young and in love”
can we talk about The Evolution of Touch in the Stiles/Derek relationship?
from pushing him against a wall and then jump-scaring him when Stiles touched him
to the incredulous stare in the Jeep at the Police Station until he let go
to silently allowing him to grip his wrist and tease him to his face with nothing but a smarmy smile and some rough housing
can. we. just.
I am weak and I wrote more “past!Sciles, jealous Dere/Isaac” fic :D
Inspired by tonight’s episode where Derek punches Stiles’ hand haha. Basically, a kind of what-if scene revolving around the possibility of Derek hitting too hard.
“I can’t believe you broke three of my fingers,” Stiles says hysterically for the fourth time that night. “Three. Of my. Fingers.”
“I said I was sorry,” Derek mutters, and the thing is, he sounds it. In fact, it’ll be a long while before Stiles forgets the face of absolute horror Derek made when Stiles had cried out in pain.
It almost makes him feel guilty for making Derek feel worse, but still. Three broken fingers.
“Stiles.” Nadia steps forward, boot heels clicking loudly on the cement floor. “Meet Tom and Kalinda. They’ve been hunting that particular werewolf for a while, now.”
“Yeah, whatever,” he mutters, dusting off his pants and dragging himself up slowly. His head is killing him, but it’s not bleeding excessively, so he figures he’ll be fine. He glances to the side and- Yeah. He’d rather have a headache and a few stitches than a snapped neck any day of the week. Speaking of which, Stiles holds his hand out and says, “My gun, please.”
Kalinda (foreign, that’s for sure, but Stiles can’t seem to figure out where from) inclines her head and hands the weapon over, barrel facing down. “Thanks.”
Nadia inches closer, deceptively delicate hand poking his head. “We should get that checked out.”
Stiles shrugs with a wince. “Might as well,” he says.
#they keep looking at each other like that #what am I supposed to think?!
Continuation of this.
Summary: In which Stiles and Scott have a history. Derek and Isaac are not happy.
“This is so boring.”
Lydia only hums in absent agreement, her focus more centered on her chemistry homework than on Stiles’ complaints. Completely used to it, Stiles only continues.
“Why do we even have to be here?” he exclaims, kicking his feet up on the porch rail as he stares at the group of sweaty teens on the lawn. “I mean, all we do is stare at the werewolves as they trounce around doing their so-called training.” Stiles rolls his eyes, lowering himself even further into his uncomfortable lawn chair.