Take a Hint- Victoria Justice & Elizabeth Gillies
YOU ASKED ME WHAT MY SIGN IS AND I TOLD YOU IT WAS STOP
So let’s take a moment to talk about how fucking badass this fucking song is.
“STOP YOUR STARING AT MY *HEY*”
WOW THIS IS GREAT ALL FAITH RESTORED INTO NICKELODEON THANK YOU OMG
i really like this
#i’m going to be that person and say that it looks like scott /just/ figured out that stiles and derek are ~together~#and although he’s starting to warm to derek#he still thinks derek is a butt#and so he’s silently judging#looking from stiles to derek#thinking ‘really… this guy?’#hoping that maybe stiles will get the message through best friend telepathy or something#but stiles doesn’t notice#because he won’t stop staring at derek#(’s arms jesus christ)#and then scott thinks#’i probably should have figured this out earlier’#whilst hoping that stiles and derek’s fisting jokes#really are only jokes
Those tags are helped by the fact that it looks like while Stiles is staring at Derek’s biceps he’s touching his mouth.
Can we also just take a moment to appreciate that Derek probably spends more time in the Beacon Hills highschool than Scott does at this point?
What are you saying? Derek could totally pass for a student at BHHS.
only a freshman, though.
When Stiles gets detention for cutting class, he’s amazed to find Derek there, slumped in the back. Derek gets detention for roaming the halls or skipping class at least every other week, and is on nodding-acquaintance/silent smoke break levels with half the burnouts and freaks at BHHS. Also the goth kids because if it’s raining, everyone smokes under the edge of the utility shed overhang, instead of in their usual spots on the left and right side of the dumpster.
Also this kid Derek’s in Algebra 1 tutoring with.
And these two guys Derek plays Magic: The Gathering with sometimes.
In a world where Stiles—sheriff’s kid, honor student, lacrosse player who owns a neat car, guy who gets invited to Lydia Martin’s parties, guy who has actually had a conversation with Lydia Martin—is the dorkiest most embarrassing geek anyone has ever heard of, how would they ever know about Derek’s quiet friendship with an entire seething underclass of losers and solitary nerds, bus-riders, nose-pickers, band geeks, druggies, who just think Derek was held back a bunch of times and has anger problems: you know, the truth.
This is basically a petition for John Bender [The Breakfast Cluuuuub] to be all “Hey, Derek, this blind prick hassling you, man?” when he runs into Deucalion pinning Derek against a wall in the alley right next to where he’s buying some weed.
No, wait, forget that, I just want Kim Kelly on Derek’s side, getting in fights in the hallway, saying, “I don’t care, Derek, she’s such a bitch!” in the car later, mascara running.
During the period of time in which Lea and I screamed non-stop about wanting Derek Hale to have a FRIEND, before we gave up on that fever dream, how did we never come to the decision that this friend should be Kim Kelly? What was WRONG with us?
Derek’s quiet friendship with an entire seething underclass of losers and solitary nerds, bus-riders, nose-pickers, band geeks, druggies, who just think Derek was held back a bunch of times and has anger problems: you know, the truth.
I have a burning love for this sentence that’s stronger than both the fires of Mordor and, y’know, Derek Hale’s house.
Derek’s quiet friendship with an entire seething underclass of losers
Wait. Does that include Greenberg?
Is Derek friends with Greenberg??
Why no thank you amazon I do not want you to post on my FB wall that I just bought a selection of sex toys. Thanks anyway!
#Don’t pander to me kid. One tiny crack in the hull and our blood boils in thirteen seconds., #Solar flare might crop up cook us in our seats., #And wait till you’re sitting pretty with a case of Andorian shingles., #See if you’re still so relaxed when your eyeballs are bleeding!, #Space is disease and danger wrapped in darkness and silence., #keep calm and DAMMIT JIM,
I don’t want to talk. There’s nothing that hasn’t already been said. I just want a friend to hold me while I fall apart. I am breaking. Spare time spent alone is filled with the desire to cry because I can’t even do that anymore. I want someone I can call and say, I need you and they’ll understand I am going to lie in bed and try to cry. If I can cry enough maybe I can leech all this bullshit from my head and my heart. And while I break myself apart so I can rebuild and fix myself I just need you there. All you have to do is hold my hand. Hug me. Show me that you care and that things will be okay. This house is a poison. It sucks the life out of me. My wrists say If you love me, won’t you let me know. Its not because I had Coldplay stuck in my head like I tell everyone. Its because I feel so starved of basic human affection I felt the need to make a permanent mark on my skin. If you love me I need to be reminded frequently. Being the funny asshole isn’t enough anymore. I don’t care how pathetic it makes me. Right now I am needy and clingy. And its really awful to feel like you only have yourself to cling to.Right now I need reminders that you love me.I don’t need you to fix anything. I just need you.