Dylan O’Brien attends the 2014 Young Hollywood Awards.
Dylan O’brien poses with his Young Hollywood Award backstage at the 2014 Young Hollywood Awards.
Remember in 1993 when Jurassic Park was like…the end all, be all of special effects?
not gonna lie that still looks intimately real
“Seriously,” Scott says, and Stiles doesn’t know if it’s a rhetorical question or a statement. It may be both, Scott has this unique ability. “Stiles, seriously.”
“You can stop it with the seriouslies now, Scott, really, I get it,” Stiles replies. He buries his head in his hands, and heaves a deep sigh.
“Dude.” Scott looks at him doubtfully, eyebrows creased into a judgemental mode, like he’s questioning Stiles’ sanity or something. Which wouldn’t actually be the first time. Scott tends to question Stiles’ sanity even on a good day. It’s good, though, Stiles needs that; Stiles needs Scott to put him back on track whenever he strays. “This has been, like, the tenth date you messed up.”
Stiles splutters. “Excuse you,” he scoffs, indignant. “I didn’t mess it up. I didn’t mess up any date. It’s not my fault that—”
“The people you date are not Derek?” Scott finishes. Stiles is kinda angry that they’re skyping and he can’t really clobber Scott over the head with something.
“That’s—that’s—” Oh uh, stammering. “That’s ridiculous is what it is,” he manages after another moment of wordless flailing, points an accusing finger at his webcam.
Scott snorts, clearly unimpressed. “If you mean you not getting your head out of your ass, then yeah, it’s painfully ridiculous, I agree.”
The One Where Derek Got High
Derek paws at his own face, eyes widening at he looks at Stiles. ”S’rough,” he whispers, fingers pressing against his chin. ”Stiles, Stiles, my face.”
"What about your face?"
Trying hard to keep a smile off his face, Stiles touches Derek’s forehead carefully. ”Your face is fine, Derek.”
"Okay." There’s a heartbreakingly soft smile on Derek’s face as he stares at Stiles with absolute trust in his eyes. "Your face is fine as well," Derek sighs, turning on his side. "S’pretty eyelashes."
"An’your mouth,” Derek mutters, rubbing his cheek against his pillow. ”So pink.”
anselelgort: Chillin rn w Dylan O’ Brien at the young Hollywood awards.
I asked him what his favorite scene to film was and he said it was the scene when stiles asked him if Danny found him attractive.
you know you’re getting old when you watch the little mermaid and when ariel says “i’m 16 years old. i’m not a child anymore.” and you’re just sat there like yes you fucking are young lady stop it
The day you start agreeing with the parents in kids movies is the day it’s all over.
complete panic in one screenshot
2014 Young Hollywood Awards
Teen Wolf AU: [Part 1/2] The Academy Award winning actor Derek Hale and up and coming star Stiles Stilinski meet on set of a movie they’re shooting together, and fall in love. However, their managers and PR team advises them to keep their relationship a secret while promoting the movie; after all, Hollywood isn’t exactly known for supporting LGBTQ actors, and they fear having Derek and Stiles both coming out as bisexual will keep a lot of conservative people from seeing the film. Reporters have already begun questioning the nature of their relationship, mostly because Derek - not exactly known for his sunny demeanour or getting along with his co-stars - can’t keep himself from singing Stiles’ praises (and neither can Stiles).
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I’ve found the name of Peter Hale’s gay werewolf pornography website.
OKAY BUT WHAT ABOUT A WEREWOLF HOOTERS-TYPE RESTAURANT IN A WEREWOLVES ARE KNOWN SOCIETY
PETER OPENS UP THIS SLEAZY DIVE JOINT FAMOUS FOR ITS GIANT PRETZEL KNOTS HURR HURR HURR
DEREK IS ONE OF THE LONG SUFFERING WAITERS
This is totally where Stiles spends his 21st birthday, isn’t it.
Derek hates this job, hates the fact that the summer before he starts his grad program that he’s so strapped for cash he’s willing to stoop to Peter’s level and cater to the the werewolf-fetishizing crowd. It’s demeaning and awful and if Derek never has to look at a giant pretzel again it’ll be too soon.
Unfortunately he makes amazing tips.
Derek just has to stick it out for three more weeks.
Tonight the crowd is pretty rowdy, and Derek sighs, tugging on the tight black bootyshorts that is his uniform, adjusts the white “shirt” links and straightens his bow tie. His chest is still stinging from yesterday’s wax job, and Derek can’t wait for the summer to be over and he can start growing out his chest hair again.
There’s a group heartily drunk over getting seated in his section already, having started off at the bar while they were waiting for a table. They all cheer and hoot when Derek approaches them, and there’s a guy wearing the silly paper crown that says “HAPPY 21ST BIRTHDAY” sitting with his back to Derek.
"How are you all doing tonight?" Derek asks.
"Celebrating!" The floppy-haired one with the uneven jawline in the corner says, waving his hands in the air. "It’s Stiles’ birthday! You guys do, like a special thing for birthday guests right?"
The pretty brunette girl next to him punches him in the shoulder and laughs. “Shut up, Scott, you know the birthday lap dance thing is just a rumor, it’s not a real thing.”
Derek bites his lip and forces himself to laugh. “What can I get for you guys today?”
They’re a happy group, and Derek takes down their drinks and orders of the garlic and pizza knot pretzels. He gets to the birthday boy last, who turns around to face Derek with a grin as his eyes trail up Derek’s bare torso.
He’s really cute.
"So how wet is the glazed knot?" he—Stiles, the other guy said— asks, licking his lips. "I mean, I want the full knot experience but I don’t want it too wet, but you know, just enough. I mean, will I be really full if I order it all for myself?"
"Have you had a knot before?" Derek asks, throat a little dry.
"Nope," Stiles says, popping the p with his lips. "I’m kind of excited about it. Think I can take the whole thing?"
"Ye—yeah," Derek says.
"I was a little worried, but I feel a lot better about it now," Stiles says, and there’s a wink. "As long as you’re the one giving it to me."