22: (truth) What are three things you're looking forward to? (dare) Tag the last three people you reblogged posts from, and estimate how many followers they have.
the day we’re gonna test the lavalier microphones before filming bc i fucking love testing equipment, the end of the year class party and traveling somewhere this summer
Sterek - Well I accidentally flashed a 76 year old woman, i'm in a house full of republicans and Im almost drunk enough to give the gay rights speech so i'd say this wedding reception is going great
Derek’s pretty sure his mother made him go to this wedding just to see him suffer, because last Thanksgiving he said her turkey wasn’t as good as usually. It’s a little bit hypocritical of her, Derek thinks, seeing as she always told him to be honest. Look how that turned out for him. He could be at home, in sweatpants, a whole giant jar of cheeseballs by his side, watching Friends or some shit; literally anything would be better than being surrounded by ignorant morons. Derek thought he’d already met the dullest, dumbest, most conservative people the entire planet had to offer, but oh, here he is now: being proven wrong.
At this point, he’s pretty sure there isn’t enough alcohol at the bar to cover his need. Mom’s been sending hard looks his way since his third drink. So far he’s been going slow, though, easy, no hard stuff. He has to keep up appearances. Although maybe he shouldn’t, so next time everyone would specifically ask for Derek not to attend any weddings or birthdays of the extended family. He’s already accidentally flashed some old lady from the other half of the family, so.
Sounds like a plan.
He watches the guy flit between the tables, manoeuvring around the bunch of children that keep running into his path; he gets stopped by some old lady with a hand on his forearm. She’s smaller than him, so he bends down to her, smiles and nods when she says something, and that smile is the first beautiful, genuine thing Derek’s seen since he got here. It actually makes him feel glad to be at this stupid reception with a bunch of people he knows would try to lecture him, or shut him down, if they knew about his world view. He won’t ever understand how Victoria managed to marry into a family whose beliefs are so fundamentally different than hers.
The waiter has skipped a couple of tables in the meanwhile, and is now talking to another guy who is sprawled on his chair, looking like he doesn’t want to be here either. Next to him sits Allison, Derek’s cousin, which makes the guy Scott. Derek hasn’t met him yet, because Allison postponed introducing Scott to the family for as long as possible. He never understood before, why she did it, but now that he met the rest of the Argents, Derek gets it. Obviously.
There’s a familiarity, in the way they talk; in the way the waiter puts a hand on Scott’s shoulder and squeezes; in the way he leans close to Allison to kiss her cheek. He must’ve done it a thousand times before.
The waiter saunters away shortly after, collects empty glasses on his way back to the bar. It’s the perfect timing to get to know Scott. And find out more about his waiter. He’s officially reached a new low, so much is sure, but neither Allison nor Scott have to know Derek’s more interested in the waiter than in the story of how they met or what Scott does. He’ll do some polite small talk—Erica gave him a crash course, he can do this. It’s gonna be fine, and Allison is actually Derek’s favourite Argent, so it’s not a hardship.
“You two look like you’re having the time of your life,” Derek says as he drops down on an empty chair at Scott and Allison’s table.
Allison smirks. “I can barely contain myself. Scott here had to be sedated.”
Scott offers a dopey, apologetic smile at that, but he sits up straight and sticks out his hand. “I’m Scott, hey.”
“Derek.” He grips Scott’s hand, finds that his grasp is firm. Derek remembers Allison’s first boyfriend, how it felt like Derek’s been holding on to a limp, lifeless hand when they shook hands when they first met, and none of her others’ were any better in that department. “How do you like the reception so far?”
Allison rolls her eyes at him. “It’s splendid,” she answers. “I love it when all of the family comments on the length of my skirt, or ask Scott how he thinks he’s gonna provide for me once we’re married.”
Scott chokes on the water he’s been nipping on.
“Do I hear disdain?” Derek asks with a raised eyebrow. “I thought those were your favourite topics ever to talk about.”
“Absolutely. I can’t get enough of their faces when I tell them that I actually wanted to wear a shorter skirt, or when I say Scott’s in Harvard Law,” Allison muses. She tips her head back to look at Scott, smiling fondly at him, and he leans in to press a kiss to her lips.
“Your friend also in Harvard Law?” Derek continues, and tips his head towards the waiter. Both Scott and Allison follow his hint, look over, while Derek mentally pats himself on the shoulder for the smooth transition of topics to get the info he actually wants.
“Stiles?” Scott asks as he turns back to face Derek. “Nah. He’s in Harvard, yeah, but he’s in the engineering program.”
Derek looks over at the waiter, Stiles; doesn’t manage to tear his eyes away from him for a beat too long. He’s at the bar, reaching up to the top shelf, and Derek admires the way the fabric of his clothes stretch across his body. Allison is smirking at him when he turns back, eyebrows raised knowingly.
He tries to look nonchalant, like he isn’t secretly preying on his cousin’s friend, but Derek grew up with Allison, she knows his type, so it’s pretty useless trying to hide it. Derek doesn’t actually know why he keeps trying; maybe he’s just not as subtle as he likes to think.
There’s actually a lot more Derek wants to know about Stiles, and it would probably be easiest to just ask, considering Allison looked right through him already, but he’s too proud and doesn’t want to be so blatantly obvious.
“How come he waits here?” Derek asks, forcing himself to keep up eye contact with Scott and Allison, and not to look at Stiles’ ass.
“He’s hardworking,” Scott says, casts another look over at his friend.
“Others call it separation anxiety,” Allison comments, but she smiles softly at Scott, cards a hand through his hair. “Scott and Stiles have been friends since kindergarten,” she continues, directs it at Derek.
Scott nods along. “Yeah, there’s hardly anything we didn’t do together.”
Somebody puts another round of drinks down on their table. When Derek looks up, he finds himself staring up close at Stiles, suddenly losing his ability to speak.
“Do I have something on my butt, or why do you guys keep looking at me?” Stiles asks, focusing his attention on Allison and Scott.
“We were trying to figure out what your tush shape is,” Allison says, smiling in a way that makes the hairs on Derek’s neck stand on edge, like she’s planning something he won’t like. “What do you think, Derek?”
Oh yeah.
Stiles’ eyes snap to him instantly, gaze sweeping over Derek’s form, considering, slow, like he’s seeing him for the first time. It makes Derek’s skin burn, makes shivers creep up his spine under Stiles’ sharp scrutiny. He leans back in his seat, spreads his legs minutely wider, and Stiles’ eyes jump to his crotch, just for a second, before he catches himself and looks away.
“Derek?” Allison repeats pointedly.
He clears his throat, ears burning. “Yeah, ‘s good—very…good.”
That was underwhelming. Fucking congratulations.
Stiles raises an eyebrow, so much sarcasm in this little gesture alone that Derek mentally starts outlining a sonnet about Stiles’ ass right away. He smiles, sardonically, and says, “That’s not a tush shape, but I’ll accept the, um, evaluation.”
With that, he collects the empty glasses, and leaves them again, scurrying away to get work done.
“That was aces, Derek,” Allison quips, nips at her drink, determinedly trying to hide her grin.
Scott looks between her, Derek, and Stiles; ends up glancing at Derek. “He makes you work for it, you know,” he finally says. He smiles encouragingly at Derek, reaches out to clap him on the shoulder, and turns to Allison.
“May I have this dance?”
Allison puts her glass down, slips her hand into Scott’s, and the both get up. She twirls under Scott’s arm as they make their way onto the dancefloor, looking bright and bubbly, and Derek’s not seen her like that in a while. He casts a look at Stiles, and wonders if he could get him to dance. Maybe later, Derek thinks, when he’s had a couple more drinks and gained more courage.
An hour later, Stiles drops by with another drink, water this time, as it turns out when Derek takes a sip. Scott and Allison disappeared somewhere, probably to have way more fun than Derek has.
“The look on your face is full of contagious enthusiasm,” Stiles observes; motions at Derek to drink the water.
Derek snorts. “Well, I accidentally flashed a seventy-six year old woman, I’m in a house full of Republicans, and I’m almost drunk enough to give the gay rights speech, so I’d say this wedding reception is going great.”
“And I thought you came here to judge some asses.”
There’s a sarcastic little twist to his mouth, and Derek can’t help but smirk. “I think I’ve had enough for today.”
“It’s my luck I have it on good authority that my butt is fantasstic, otherwise I’d be heartbroken over your harsh judgement.”
Derek lifts a brow, excitement making him feel giddy. “I said your butt is good,” he points out, watching Stiles roll his eyes and snort dramatically.
“There are entire galaxies between good and fantastic.”
“Would it make you feel better if I told you your ass made me speechless and the only thing I could come up with at the time was good?”
Stiles tilts his head, considering, narrows his eyes at Derek. “Good save,” he drawls then, one corner of his mouth quirking up. “But you almost crushed my self-esteem, better make it up to me, or I’ll make sure you only get water for the rest of the day.”
Derek watches him walk away, eyes dropping to Stiles’ butt, and Stiles smirks at him when he turns to look over his shoulder, catching Derek staring.
He’s a little bit in love. Not just with Stiles’ tushie.
“Your butt is the stuff dreams are made off,” he offers the next time Stiles comes by, and Stiles looks like he’s swallowing down laughter. However, he puts a drink down in front of Derek, caipirinha this time, like praise for a good answer.
“Will you put out a little in one of the bathroom stalls when you come by next time?” Derek asks.
Stiles drops his head, but he’s biting his lip to keep from laughing, and there’s still a smile curling at the corners of his mouth. “You’re a romantic,” he says with a quirked brow. “For me to put out in a bathroom stall, with you, it must be a compliment that brings me to my knees.” He wiggles his eyebrows, and at this point, Derek’s pretty sure he’s not just gonna ask for a dance, he’s probably gonna propose, too.
Two hours and three drinks later, Derek makes his way over to the bar where Stiles is currently mixing cocktails. He looks graceful doing it, long fingers wrapping around the shaker. Derek sits down on one of the stools, crossing his arms on the counter.
“How about, I can’t stop looking at your nubile body?” Derek asks. Stiles almost drops the shaker.
He sighs long-sufferingly while he pours the cocktail into a glass. “And here I was thinking I’d charmed you with my winning personality.”
“Oh, wait, we’re talking about your personality now?” Derek asks. “I thought we were discussing your butt.”
Stiles is silently shaking with laughter as he cuts a quick glance at Derek, hands quivering so much he can’t even put a lemon onto the rim of the glass.
“How did you ever get laid before?” Stiles asks, furtively wipes at his eyes after he’s calmed down.
“With my winning personality,” Derek answers, grins when Stiles starts laughing again. “Okay, well, then how about…would you like to go on a date with me?”
Stiles looks up at him, eyes bright and intent as he takes in Derek’s face. He takes a couple of moments, never breaking eye contact, and Derek can’t get enough of it; wishes Stiles will never stop looking at him.
“I’m off at two,” Stiles offers cautiously. He reaches out, fingertips brushing through the hair above Derek’s ear. Stiles leans in, presses his lips against Derek’s in a languid, dry kiss; backs away after to brush their mouths together shortly. “Wait for me?”
“How about I keep you company?”
Stiles answers with a bright and happy smile that matches the one that spreads over Derek’s face.
Maybe he should thank Mom for making him go to the wedding after all.
tomfooleryparade replied to your post “I watched yesterday Orange is The New Black. It’s really good. I...”
that show is SO GOOD, I need more of it immediately
I know! It's not heavy and brutal as Capadocia, but really shows the reality in a prison. And there's humor too. I really enjoyed. Piper is a really interesting character and the way the narrative is build is really cool too. It's not very linear
So the lovely whathehellisastiles tagged me in this question thing! Aw yeah
Rule 1: Always post the Rules
Rule 2: Answer the questions of the person who tagged you and write 11 new ones
Rule 3: Tag eleven people and link them
Rule 4: Let them know once you tagged them.
1. What’s your biggest pet peeve?
I probably just thought of this cause I’m on Tumblr atm, but I fucking hate when people talk about fandom/shipping in public like in front of ~other people~ I just feel so awkward about it even if I’m not participating. For instance there’s this older lady at work who reads fanfic in the break room and every time she talks about it I’m like !! NO WHAT WHY. I don’t want to know this about you also there are other people here stoppppp.
2. If you could meet anyone in the world who would you meet?
FUCK. Ok Eddie Izzard is kind of my life model. Or Colleen Atwood because she’s my costumespiration (aspiring costume designer what up). JK Rowling because <3. ORRRRR Dylan O’Brien because obvs.
3. What’s your least favourite word in the English language?
I don’t really have one? IDK IDK. Favorite is probs tomfoolery (SHOCKER I KNOW)
4. Why did you first get a Tumblr?
My stupid friends made me do it! They’d been trying to con me into it like all through college and then I got a Pinterest and they were like GET A TUMBLR IT’S BETTER. And I made one that I never used pretty much but then I figured, before the new Teen Wolf season started up I’d make a fandom blog and here we areeee.
5. If you got a tattoo what would it be of?
I already have one, it’s a friendship tattoo with my Super Best Bros grypsis and queerwynners. It’s a compass rose on the back of my neck. My next one is probably gonna end up being an Avenged Sevenfold lyric cause I’m fucking cool ok. It’s gonna say “No one will ever slow me down, I’ll stay unbound” and bats will probs be involved idk.
6. What’s your OTP and also what is the one ship you cannot stand?
STEREK. Also I still have a huge soft spot for McNozzo (McGee/DiNozzo of NCIS) even though no one else fucking ships it. OK like 2 other people do. I’m mostly a ship and let ship kind of dude like sometimes shit is just fucked up but idk brah ship what you want? But, say, if something like Stydia actually became canon I’d be hella pissed so lets go with that. I BROTP it so hard though
7. Do you prefer art or photography?
ART YAY. I went to art school and I like art
8. Would you prefer to have feet as hands or hands as feet?
Hands as feet? That would fucking hurt though omg.
9. Would you rather live without eyebrows for life or without eyelashes for life AND NO YOU CANNOT DRAW EYEBROWS ON OR USE FAKE EYELASHES!!!
I guess no eyelashes cause I already kind of don’t have eyebrows and it fucking sucks. And I would totes cry if I couldn’t draw them on, I just don’t have the face for it I need eyebrows ok. I have mild trichotillomania where I pull out my eyebrows in my sleep, it blows. But thankfully the rest of my hair is safe, and I stopped doing it when I’m conscious haha.
10. Would you rather be a camel or a donkey and why?
A donkey? Cause fuck the desert that’s why.
11. What’s your fave quote?
Soooo this is the first thing I thought of? SORRY “First, take a big step back… and literally FUCK YOUR OWN FACE! I don’t know what kind of pan-pacific bullshit power play you’re trying to pull here, but Asia Jack is my territory. So whatever you’re thinking, you’d better think again! Otherwise I’m gonna have to head down there and I will rain down in a godly fucking firestorm upon you! You’re gonna have to call the fucking United Nations and get a fucking binding resolution to keep me from fucking destroying you. I’m talking about scorched earth, motherfucker! I will massacre you! I WILL FUCK YOU UP!” - Les Grossman
AKA I’m a classy-ass bitch, is what I’m really saying here.
OK lets tag some bitches.
queerwynners
grypsis
theboondockdixons
casbuttassemble
harleybruce
isaacsassypants
thestateofluciddreaming
naviisannoying
livelongandblazeit
dyingatfrancos
lordofsomethings
jmaisonlilhouse
Yeah that’s 12, fuck it.
1. What is your zombie apocalypse weapon of choice?
2. What is the worst movie you’ve ever seen?
3. If you could live inside any movie/tv show/book universe what would it be?
4. What are you wearing? ;)
5. What is your ultimate music festival lineup?
6. Jedi or Sith? (Or fuck Star Wars I guess if you're a heathen)
I realize you posted the movie thing like yesterday but refreshing pages is so five minutes ago. 7. A movie storyline you wish you had actually lived. 27. A film that was better than the book 42. A movie that made you go ‘wtf was that’. 43. A film that scarred you. 49. A book you want to see adapted to the big screen 60. Biggest movie pet peeve.
YAY THANK YOU!!!
~*~*~*a link to the original questions*~*~*~
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7. A movie storyline you wish you had actually lived.
Ferris Bueller’s Day Off (1986) because, as Ferris is the lead and I’m assuming that’s the role I’d be living, he’s not really in any real trouble. No horrible break-up, no gun-fight, nothing horribly stressful. Plus I get a musical number for no apparent reason.
27. A film that was better than the book
I adored The Devil Wears Prada (2006) based on Lauren Weisberger’s novel of the same name(2003). The book was good but I just think that the way they portrayed the characters was wonderful, specifically Emily (played by Emily Blunt).
Also if you liked the book and/or the movie message me because I have some book and movie recommendations!
42. A movie that made you go ‘wtf was that’.
Nine (2009) it was really entertaining to watch (I love musicals and all of the ladies in it were wonderful) but at the end of it I literally turned to my stepmom (we went to go see it together) and we both just went “what the fuck" like the plot was just nonexistent and idk it was fun to watch but if you asked me what it was about I just couldn’t really answer that
43. A film that scarred you.
Honestly I can’t really think of one. The only genre I really can’t do is horror but I know that so I avoid those movies. I also was just never exposed to really scarring movies when I was younger so, I mean sorry I can’t answer this but I’m kinda glad.
49. A book you want to see adapted to the big screen.
Define Normal by Julie Anne Peters (2000). It’s absolutely amazing and I just think it could be done so well.
60. Biggest movie pet peeve.
Hmm… I guess cheesey scripts. Like I love me some rom-coms so that’s fine but like overly cliche lines just really bother me. Also when the background music/sounds are too loud and you can’t hear what the actors are saying like please sound editor fix that I beg of you!
If you were going to go on an epic space adventure with the last musician/band you listened to, the main character(s) of the last movie or TV show you watched, and the last book you read, what kind of shenanigans would ensue? I ask the important questions.
[ This is such a great question. The people I would choose are: Chester Bennington, Spock and Hamlet. Shenanigans, what about it? I'd try to glue chester to the seat of his car like in Saw ( i don't remember which one ). I'd try to steal Spock's ears and wear it myself and I'd try to break Hamlet skull, the one used in the many plays. Is it funny enough? c: ]
