Thinking Of Them

They are both terrible at this but somehow work it out

[pack training session]  Derek: Wow. Scott just killed Stiles. He wasn't fast enough to untie him before the hunter pulled the trigger.  Stiles: Derek--- Derek: I can't hear you, Stiles, you're dead. Scott, he bled out in your lap. And now you show up at my door. How are you going to break the news to me? Let's see.  Scott: Okay, we don't have to do this. Derek: Ah, hello Scott! How are things going with Stiles, the love of my life? Wait, why are you here at this late hour? And whose blood is that?  Scott: Dude, I get it.  Derek: It's---it's Stiles' blood? This is devastating. I'm inconsolable. And...  [Derek snaps his fingers]  Derek: I've killed myself.

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Stiles on his 100000th rant of the day my beloved

As a person who has gone through lots of interests and hyperfixations (hello, ADHD) the idea of all your old interests that maybe you’ve grown out of living in a big old house being looked after by Hyperfixation and Passion, still happy and loved and ready to come out and play whenever? I’ve felt genuine grief over fading interest in things I loved and the thought that an interest doesn’t really die, they’re still cared for and safe, that you can still come and visit another day and have fun with them just makes me so happy.

“what’s your writing process” i put a pathetic guy in a blender and blend blend blend

Derek: I'm the best at fighting.

post canon streamer stiles who randomly drops lore about himself and proceeds to never elaborate. like, he'll be in the middle of a stream and casually go 'this feels exactly like that one time my boyfriend's psycho uncle chased me through my school in the middle of the night' and then completely moves on while the chat explodes. derek, stiles' strong armed moderator, is low key having the worst day of his life