assassinregrets(.)tumblr(.)com/post/101775791372/nubbsgalore-during-the-autumn-rutting-season I just love the idea of Derek Hale wandering off in the woods to put an elaborate head piece on as part of his work out routine to build up MATING MUSCLE. Imagine Stile's glee when he comes across Derek doing pull ups on a tree branch with what looks like the worlds most glorious Etsy approved elf crown on his head.
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I've been laughing about this since you sent it to me and it's such a important message.
Yes, I am on board this train. 1000% on board this train where Derek Hale wakes up one morning, when the air feels crisp and the leaves are beginning to fall, and he doesn't know why but he's drawn like a magnet out to the woods. Deeply into Derek Hale feeling good out there, feeling strong, running barefoot for miles, reaching out for high branches so he can pull himself up towards the sky, flexing his muscles in the dappled sunlight.
DEFINITELY INTO Derek communing with nature and his body so strongly that when the gold and orange leaves fall on them, he doesn't even notice, just lets them cover him as he does situps among the roots and the moss.
"You look like a damn wood nymph," Stiles says, when he comes across Derek, "What are you doing?"
"It's rutting season," Derek says, blinking at him, like it's a reasonable answer. Another leaf falls from the canopy of trees, landing gracefully on Derek's shoulder, like a knight anointed.