tw-crack

  • Scott: Hello?
  • Stiles: Scott, listen carefully. I need to tell you something very important, but since starting at the FBI, I've come to realize how scarily unsecured our phones are so we need to use code, OK?
  • Scott: Roger that.
  • Stiles: Not really what I meant by code, but OK. When was the last time you spoke to, uh, Broody McBrooderson?
  • Scott: Who?
  • Stiles: Leader of the leather jacket gang?
  • Scott: Danny Zucco?
  • Stiles: Argh! C'mon Scotty, work with me here. I'm talking about a certain sourwolf, likes to lurk around, aversion to wearing shirts...
  • Scott: Sorry Stiles, I don't know who you're talking about-
  • Stiles: DAMMIT! THE GUY I'M IN LOVE WITH, SCOTT! THAT RING ANY BELLS?!
  • Scott: Ohhhhh THAT sourwolf, why didn't you say so?... yeah I spoke to him last week.
  • Stiles: I hate you.

Scott: Where did you guys go? You had a specific time to get out. What happened to sticking with the plan?


Stiles: You want me to tell you what happened? Oh, I’ll tell you what happened… This one broke a fricken heel, then I had to carry her out…


Lydia: Oh shut up! I wear heels bigger than your dick.