stilesxiamnotrobin

1. First impression:

“Hyperactive kid with a wild imagination.”

2. Truth is: 

“Hyperactive kid with a wild imagination–but might actually know more about the supernatural than he lets on.”

3. How old do you look: 

“Teens. Sixteen-seventeen.”

4. Have you ever made me laugh:

“Ohhh yes. Your rambling does make me smile… -grins-”

5. Have you ever made me mad:

“Nah. I don’t think I could take you seriously enough to make me mad.”

6. Best feature: 

“Those eyes. I don’t know what it is about your eyes, but damn those things could melt a lion’s heart.”

7. Have I ever had a crush on you:

No. You’re a kid.”

8. You’re my:

“Werewolf junkie.”

9. Name in my phone: 

“Stiles Stilinski (lamest name ever).”

10. Should you post this too?

“If ya want.”

I could use some entertainment

stilesxiamnotrobin:

suuuuuuusan:

No, cutie. *lets go of his hand to take the TARDIS key from around her neck and unlocking it, opening it up as a warm orange light floods out of it.* After you.

“… now you’re freakin’ me out with your ‘Alien’ Stuff,” he replied blinking as he watched her. “Seriously? … okay, but only because I trust you and don’t you dare not to bring me back after this freakin’ trip” he clarified before he grinned slightly as curiosity was greater than everything and he finally entered the shed.

I’ll bring you back if you want, but I don’t know if you’ll want to. *follows him in and clicks the door shut.*

*walks past him up to the console. On one of the seats attached to the railing there’s a picnic basket perched. She starts programming coordinates.* Feel free to look around. Just try not to touch anything, and feel free to ask whatever you want…