Tyler (on how Shelley and Tyler first met): My truly most embarrassing moment was when I went into the hair and make-up trailer, and I was aware that Jill Wagner who plays Kate was back on the show and I’d gone in. I had some stuff on my hands and hair, and I see this one getting her hair done, so it’s just this side hair thing and it’s very similar to Jill. And I came to give her a hug, just thought I’d run over and say hi. So I ran over, gave her a kiss on the cheek, turned, definitely not Jill, and I immediately went, “You’re not Jill, you’re not Jill, I just insulted you, I’m so sorry. Oh, my God, hi, I’m Tyler, nice to meet you.”
Holland: In Tyler Hoechlin’s world, a kiss on the cheek is an insult.
Tyler: I just invaded her personal space!
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Derek runs his fingers over the screen of his phone absentmindedly. He’s lost track of how many times he looked at the picture Stiles has sent him a couple of days ago, and he’s still not figured out what the hell it even means. Since Stiles left for college, Derek’s neither seen him nor talked to him, so this came as something of a surprise. When he first saw who the message was from, he heart lurched quite spectacularly, but then he opened it to find a photo of curly fries without any message attached. It was quite a disappointed and just as much of a riddle. Derek waited for a follow-up message, but it never came.
"You still angsting over that picture?" Laura asks as she catches him staring at his phone again. Derek scowls at her, puts his phone back into the back pocket of his pants.
Laura kinks an eyebrow at him, unimpressed. “You’re a terrible liar.”
"All I do is go around trying to forget the arena and you’ve brought it back to life. How do you remember these things so exactly?"
“I see them every night,” he says.
I know what he means. Nightmares.
sterek modern royalty au: stiles is the crown prince, and derek is basically the royal mechanic
happy (belated) birthday literaryoblivion! i hope you like this <3 you are amazing and wonderful and ilu.
Stiles faces the cameras, waves his hand and smiles like…
[hey anon thanks a lot… I may have started another longer fic? This is officially not a drabble anymore, but you can have the parts that I intended as a one-shot. Going to turn this into a longer fic later, but have a teaser! ^_^]
Stiles adjusts his tie, squirming in the hot twill uniform pants and heavy blazer. How can all these other boys stand it in this heat? He pushes up his glasses, scowling as a teenager smirks and pushes him aside.
High school. Stiles hated it enough the first time around, but now he’s surrounded by rich preppy kids practically a decade younger than him, wearing a uniform and having to attend classes and even dorming. Ugh. It’s all because Lydia decided he had “one of those faces” and was the only one on the team who could pass for a student on this undercover op. He hopes they bust this stupid drug ring soon because it’s only his first day and he’s already sick of it.
Everything at Grenadine Isles Prep Academy is red brick surrounded by immaculate green lawns and crawling ivy. All the interiors are heavy dark polished wood, and it all just feels so stifling.
Stiles finds his way to his first classroom, hating every second that part of the undercover op was that no one on the staff knew they had an agent posing as a student, since there was a possible teacher working with the drug ring. It sucks, because he actually has to pay attention and do homework and get passable grades.
The front row seats of the classroom are all immediately taken, which is funny, since Stiles figured boarding school students, like students everywhere would usually want to sit as far away from the teacher as possible, but whatever. He finds a seat in the mid-back, plopping his backpack down and sits impatiently, waiting for the teacher to arrive.
There’s a trio of girls sitting in the first row who are giggling incessantly, and then Stiles can hear a set of footsteps in the hall, and the girls shush each other, only to start giggling again.
"Hello, class, welcome to World History, I’m Derek Hale, and I’ll be your teacher this year."
Stiles’ mouth falls open. He recognizes Derek immediately, from a whirlwind weekend he had in New York when he was working that weapons smuggling case with Scott. Stiles slinks back into his chair, hoping to be as invisible as possible or that Derek doesn’t remember him.
No such luck.
what I really don’t understand about teen wolf is how they threw away the possibility of being revolutionary, of being the first tv show ever who didn’t plan a gay couple but did it anyway because it was what the fans wanted, and it had so much potential, it could have made a not really well written tv show that probably in 10 years nobody will remember in something that everybody will remember, that made television history but instead they decided to avoid it completely, except obviously when teen wolf need to win a poll