"What?! Who’s this little guy? I do wanna say hi but it’s gonna take up time that we don’t have for the interview." - Dylan fascinated by interviewer’s baby
OK BUT CAN WE GET SOME CLOSURE W/ THE WHOLE ISAAC IN FRANCE THING I FEEL LIKE CHRIS JUST LEFT HIM IN A CAFE IN PARIS WITH A BAGUETTE IN HIS HAND
this is a total shot in the dark, but what if the berserkers are erica and boyd?
same height difference, the taller has darker skin and the shorter has lighter and it looked like he/her had light coloured hair underneath the bones when they fought by the car. neither one of them had…
I WOULD CRY AND CHEER ALL AT THE SAME TIME AND THEN CRY AGAIN OK
THE MAZE RUNNER - Official Trailer #2
238. Muggleborns, who after realizing they cant go to a convention because they’ll be at hogwarts, having cosplay contest but they can use magic too. so suddenly there are just a hoard of grey muggleborns with real horns, and someone transfigured a desk into the TARDIS, and someone else decked out their wand like a sonic, plus someone else used engorgio and is cosplaying a titan.
"Hi," Derek smiles brightly at Stiles, and Stiles groan internally. He’s even more attractive in the daylight. In a fucking sweater. And glasses. What the hell.
"Hi," he sighs out. "You came back."
"Well, you called," Derek ducks his head, peeks up at him shyly. "I don’t normally… Last night wasn’t what I had… expected."
"I know," Stiles bursts out, "I don’t normally meet people and just… fall into bed with them, either. Especially not angry cops."
Derek arches an eyebrow, and Stiles waves a hand in the air. “And, again, sorry for mistaking you, for uh, being a stripper. Although, you know, I would totally have called you for that.”
"You," Derek’s face falls, "Did you booty call me? On my day off?"
"No!" Stiles rushes out quickly, "I was gonna call and ask you to brunch tomorrow, I didn’t— wanna seem— too forward?"
"You weren’t going to call at all, were you?" Derek’s face falls. "What do you want, Stiles?”
"You have something of mine!" Scott bursts out from behind Stiles, brandishing the empty ring box in Derek’s face.