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- Long-suffering Lydia fans, especially those lamenting the scene-stealer’s lack of meaty material in seasons past, will love what the premiere has in store for everyone’s favorite banshee.

- At least one new ‘ship will likely be born when fans watch the premiere — while another existing ‘ship will get some much needed wind in its sails.

- Derek may be gone, but he’ll never be forgotten. He of the Legendary Eyebrows is mentioned several times throughout the premiere, along with another fallen favorite.

- Cody Christian fits effortlessly into the world of Teen Wolf, though it’s unlikely your final opinion of his new character will be formed by the end of the hour.

- Lastly, as always, pray for Stiles.

—  Teen Wolf premiere teases from TV Line! [x]
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While I can’t give away any major spoilers — the wrath of MTV is far more terrifying than any “Doctor” in Beacon Hills — I’ve been given the thumbs-up to share some of my first impressions from the episode, five to be exact. Ready? Let’s do this:

  • Long-suffering Lydia fans, especially those lamenting the scene-stealer’s lack of meaty material in seasons past, will love what the premiere has in store for everyone’s favorite banshee.
  • At least one new ‘ship will likely be born when fans watch the premiere — while another existing ‘ship will get some much needed wind in its sails.
  • Derek may be gone, but he’ll never be forgotten. He of the Legendary Eyebrows is mentioned several times throughout the premiere, along with another fallen favorite.
  • Cody Christian fits effortlessly into the world of Teen Wolf, though it’s unlikely your final opinion of his new character will be formed by the end of the hour.
  • Lastly, as always, pray for Stiles.

Source TVLine

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despite the fact that Isaac was with Derek and Scott, Derek refused to talk to him. so instead he talked through Scott, “Y/N is too good for him.” Derek stated.

“well Isaac is pretty great too.” Isaac stated.

“what is going on?” Scott interjected but the other two ignored him.

“i dont trust him.” Derek said.

“yeah, well, he doesnt trust you either.” Isaac answered.

Scott looked at them both with a confused face, “seriously. this is weird.”

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The warlock characters again! Once again, very old art. This time, with more cast members, though it might appear very obvious that I was pretty uncomfortable (not good at) drawing women during this time so there’s not a lot of them pictured here.

Let it also be known that I REALLY LOVE huge casts, and Not Drunk Enough is kind of odd for me in that it doesn’t start with a cast of 10+. Half of these characters are on opposing sides or villains, because I loved shit complicated. I had quite the CENTERPART HAIRCUT phase too, and if you haven’t noticed now you’ll be unable to un-notice it.

*sunglasses*

*leans on wall with 90s shirt*

I’ve been meaning to draw a lot of these guys again, since it’s been a year or two! Whew! 

*flips centerpart hair* catch ya later dudes *skateboards away*

Of Course I Know Your Name (Stiles Stilinski Imagine) - Part 3

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A/N: Here’s part 3! A lot of you guys asked for a third part. I think this would be the ending for this little series. I hope you’ll like it! :D

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It was 7:30 pm and I was standing in front of my closet. Stiles would be here in half an hour and I still didn’t know what I was going to wear. My mom rushed into my room. “Do you need help?” She asked with a bright smile. “The last thing I want is you helping me to find something decent to wear.” She knew I didn’t mean it in an insulting way. “Okay, okay. If you need me, I’m in the kitchen.” My mom said as she put her hands in the air and left my room. I decided to just wear something simple. I pulled a gray t-shirt, a pair of black jeans and a pair of black boots out of my closet and put them on. I put my hair up in a messy bun and did my regular make-up routine.

I was just done with applying some lip balm on my lips when I heard my mom yelling that Stiles was here. I grabbed my phone from my bed and ran downstairs. “Don’t make it too late!” My mom yelled from the kitchen. “I’ll try!” I yelled back and closed the door behind me. I didn’t bring my jacket, because I thought it wouldn’t be that cold. Stiles was standing against his Jeep, texting someone on his phone. When his gaze left the screen to look at me, his mouth fell open. “Y- You look…” He trailed off, scanning me from head to toe. “Do you want me to put on something else?” I asked, already turning around. “N- No! You look gorgeous.” He said and scratched his neck. I could feel my cheeks turning red. We both stepped into his car and drove off to school.

“Aren’t you cold?” Stiles asked, his eyes still focused on the road. “I’m just asking, because it’s quite chilly on the field.” I did have goosebumps on my arms. “A little, but it doesn’t matter.” I said as I rubbed my hands on my arms to warm them up. “I still have one of my hoodies in the backseat, you can take it if you want?”

Was he being serious? Did he just tell me I could wear his hoodie? Stiles Stilinski’s hoodie?

“I’ll grab it when we’re on the parking lot, okay?” I could see him smiling in the corner of my eye, which made me blush.

When Stiles drove onto the parking lot, Scott, Isaac, Allison and Lydia were waiting next to Scott’s motorcycle. Stiles stepped out of the car and walked over to my side to open the door. What a gentleman. He even grabbed his hoodie from the backseat to give it to me. I pulled it over my head and put it in place. God, it even smelled like him. Stiles placed his hand on the small of my back and led me towards his friends.

“So this is the famous Y/N?” Scott asked, smiling at me. I nodded shyly and fiddled with the hem of Stiles’ hoodie. Stiles thought he could calm me down by caressing my back, but my heart started beating faster with every stroke. Scott and Isaac looked at me and chuckled as if they could hear my heartbeat. “Well, I think we should go change for the game.” Isaac said and the boys nodded. “Lydia, Y/N and I will be on the field.” Allison replied. Stiles’ hand left my back and waved at me. I waved back and walked to the field with the girls.

“Look, we know you’re not a big fan of talking, but we need to know something.” Wow. Lydia definitely knew how to come to the point. We were sitting on the bleachers, waiting for the game to start. I shrugged my shoulders and put my hands in the pockets of Stiles’ hoodie. “Don’t worry, we won’t tell anybody else.” Allison reassured me. “Well, I’ve been crushing on him since third grade.” I said and bit my lower lip. They both giggled and clapped, my cheeks turning red again. “Stiles just can’t stop talking about you. He has changed a lot since you bumped into him. Positively of course.” Allison said. Are they being serious? Stiles talks about me? Stiles has changed because of me? “Are you serious?” I asked, still not believing it. “Yes! He has never been so happy.” Before I could answer, the coach blew on his whistle and the game started.

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The game was almost over. The game would result into a draw if both teams didn’t score. Stiles had the ball and ran towards the goal. There were only ten seconds left. Stiles just stood there, in front of the goal.

Then something happened that I thought I would never be able to do.

“Shoot it, Stiles!” I yelled as loud as I could. His eyes made contact with mine for half a second and he threw the ball. Right into the goal. Everybody cheered and clapped and Stiles got thrown up by his teammates. After 15 minutes, I walked towards the boys’ locker room to find Stiles. The others were already outside and asked me if I could check on him. I peeked around the corner and saw Stiles pacing around the room, murmuring things I couldn’t hear. I cleared my throat and Stiles jumped a little. “God Y/N, you scared the shit out of me.” He breathed, one of his hands on his heart. I giggled and walked towards him. “You were amazing tonight.” “I wouldn’t have been amazing if you weren’t there.” I gently nudged his chest. We both sat down on a bench. Stiles clasped his hands together. He was thinking. “Can I ask you something?” He asked after a couple minutes. “Sure, ask me anything you want.” He unclasped his hands and turned his body towards mine. “I’ve been liking a girl for a longer time, but before an accident had happened, she had never noticed me. I can’t stop thinking about her. I really want to tell her I like her, but what if the feelings aren’t mutual?” I didn’t know what to say. He had found someone else. Of course I was happy for him, but still.

“Y/N?” Stiles waved his hand in front of my face. “What?” I said as I blinked a few times. “Should I tell her or not?” “I- I think you should tell her as soon as possible.” I said and stood up, ready to walk out of the locker room. But Stiles’ hand gripped my wrist. “Y/N, I’m talking about you.” I turned around, my eyes wide open. “Are you kidding?” “My name’s not kidding.” Stiles joked. “But seriously, I was talking about you. I like you so, so much. You’re the only one I’ve been thinking about for the past two weeks. God, I want to touch you so bad.” I lifted my eyebrows. “I didn’t mean it in that way! I meant as in hugging and…and kissing.” He blushed when the last words slipped through his lips.

This was also something I never thought I would do. I wrapped my arms around his torso and hugged him. Stiles sighed out of relief and also wrapped his arms around my body. “You smell like me.” He murmured against my neck, sending shivers up my spine. “And you smell like sweat.” He laughed at my comment and let go of me. Stiles’ hands came up and cupped my cheeks, his thumbs softly caressing them. I softly nodded and it didn’t take long before Stiles’ lips were pressed against mine. It was a soft, sweet kiss. When his lips left mine, our foreheads were resting against each other. Stiles licked his lips as his hands let go of my cheeks. “Shall we go to the others?” I asked him. He nodded and grabbed my hand, walking towards the others.

This was the best day of my life.

“La vita dell'uomo è fatta di scelte: sì o no. Dentro o fuori.
Su o giù. E poi ci sono le scelte che contano. Amare o odiare. Essere un eroe o essere un codardo. Vivere o morire. Combattere o arrendersi. Lo dirò di nuovo per essere sicuro che tu mi senta. La vita umana è fatta di scelte. Vivere o morire: questa è la scelta importate. E non sempre dipende da noi.”

— Derek Shepherd // Grey’s Anatomy, 6x24.