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.
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.
*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*
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
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
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.
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.
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.”
said and scratched his neck. I could feel my cheeks turning red. We
both stepped into his car and drove off to school.
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?”
he being serious? Did he just tell me I could wear his hoodie? Stiles
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.
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.
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.”
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.
we know you’re not a big fan of talking, but we need to know
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!
never been so happy.” Before
I could answer, the coach blew on his whistle and the game started.
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
something happened that I thought I would never be able to do.
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
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.
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.
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.
“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.”
“Some will see two classical actors like Derek and I turning up in a sitcom, letting our hair down a bit, playing for laughs and wanting to entertain, and that can be a little unsettling to some people’s preconceptions.”