Tyler Hoechlin’s Spirit Animal 1/?
I mean… this seems about right.
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Michael and Gavin play gay chicken haha (`・ω・´)” based off of this set of gifs
The day Beacon Hills finds out about the Sheriff’s former modeling career is easily the most embarrassing moment of his life.
It’s not that he’s ashamed or anything (sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do to put food on the table), he’d just really prefer if Mrs. Metz from across the street would stop undressing him with her eyes whenever he gets the mail.
*CRIES* this should be in every fic.
“Um, Stiles? Have you seen this?”
Stiles blinked. Any time Danny wanted to talk to him was pretty exciting, but the fact that Danny was looking really entertained and Jackson was looking down at Danny’s tablet and snickering did not bode well. Especially not when Jackson looked up at him with that particular smirk, the one with the quirked eyebrows and the stupid thing he did with his lips, which meant he was about to make someone’s life hell for fun. In this case, presumably, Stiles’s life.
“Seen what?” Stiles asked cautiously.
“I was just… I was googling your dad and… Well. This came up?”
He passed Stiles his tablet, and Stiles looked down in confusion, and then, dawning horror. Because that was… oh god. That was his dad. That was some kind of magazine spread of his dad wearing some kind of insane purple suit, giving the camera a look Stiles could only describe as “coy,” which really made him want to bleach his brain because his dad was not supposed to give coy looks, what the fuck?
“Stiles?” Danny repeated, then after a few seconds, “Earth to Stiles?”
Stiles stared up at him, for the first time in his life, utterly at a loss for words, while Jackson started cackling in delight.
*
“Dad.” Stiles pointed at the computer screen. “What. Is. This.”
“That… oh.” His dad chuckled. “I haven’t seen those photos in a long time. How did they even get on the internet?” He shook his head a little. “That’s gonna make getting reelected fun next year.”
“Dad!”
“What?”
Stiles gestured at the monitor again, trying to convey Is this why you warn me about not doing drugs?! with a vague hand gesture and frantic expression.
“Oh, calm down. They’re just some photos from my frat days.”
“What the hell kid of frat were you in?” Stiles paused. “Wait, was this their idea of hazing?”
“No. We did a bachelor auction to raise money one year. We put together a fancy program with photos of all the bachelors, and, well…” He shrugged. “I know I’ve told you about that before. Your mom won me in a bidding war. It was the first time we ever went out.”
Stiles blinked a few times. He’d definitely heard about that before, since it was one of the few stories about his mom that his dad was still willing to tell. He was even smiling wistfully, looking at the computer screen, instead of getting that sad, faraway look he usually did when someone mentioned Stiles’s mom.
“You never told me there was a photo spread!” Stiles accused.
“Well, of course there was. Why do you think there was a bidding war for me? I mean, look at those pictures.”
Stiles made a noise that sounded roughly like he assumed it would sound if someone actually strangled him.
“I wonder if I still have that suit…”
“Dad.”
*
Stiles scowled and tore the print-outs off of his locker, stormed down the hall, and came to a halt in front of Jackson, who was laughing into Danny’s shoulder. “Problem, Stilinski?” he asked, when he managed to get a hold of himself.
“It was for a frat thing.” He shoved the printouts at Jackson’s annoyingly solid chest, shoving Jackson a little bit in the process. “It’s how he met my mom. So drop it.”
“Yeah, that’s probably not going to happen,” Jackson said.
Danny elbowed Jackson. “He’ll drop it. Sorry, Stiles. But it is pretty funny, you have to admit.”
“You wouldn’t think it was funny if it was your dad doing cheesecake poses.”
“My dad wouldn’t photograph nearly so well,” Danny answered, but he had that stupid dimpled smile that made it hard for Stiles to get pissed at him, even if it was technically all his fault. “Anyway, if it’s how he met your mom, doesn’t that make it kind of…charming?”
Stiles glared at Jackson. “It would be more charming if certain people weren’t total assholes.”
Jackson shrugged guiltlessly, but he did at least ball up the printed version of the photos like he was going to throw them out, so that was something.
Stiles gave him a last scowl, then turned to go back to his locker. But paused and turned around again, looking at the two of them in curiosity. “Danny, why were you googling my dad, anyway?”
Danny’s eyes went wide, and his cheeks went a little pink. “No reason,” he said, the words a little rushed. “Just bored.”
And next to him, Jackson started cackling again.
OMG OMG OMG YES! THAT! BRILLIANT! YES!
I love everything about this.
YES!!!!
#HawkeyeInitiative at #ECCC. He was our hero.
hey everybody, meet my badass friend matt who spent the whole day showing off his baaaaaaaaaaaaaad~ ass
oh my god
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i feel like danny’s about to lose an eye…
omg danny
grumpy cat
STILES
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“This must be what going insane feels like,” says Derek before retreating into the shadows. He doesn’t have the energy to deal with this or his smiling doppelganger.
“Dude, your twin has body hair,” declares Stiles gesturing to Tyler Hoechlin.
“Stiles, you have hair!” says Scott poking at Dylan while Tyler Posey grins.
“This is awesome!” says Dylan. “Tyler, look at Hoechlin!”
“This is a nightmare,” says Derek when his doppelganger gives him a hug.
“You’ve been through so much,” Tyler Hoechlin says and Derek just wants to wake up from this nightmare.
“Wait…wait a minute, Derek. Much as I like to ignore anything he says on principle, is what Peter said…true? That, somewhere, there still exists - not just pictures - but video of you as a baby? As a cub?
…
WHY AM I ONLY FINDING OUT ABOUT THIS NOW???”
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Derek overhears a phone conversation between Stiles and Scott.
Stiles: Yeah, right, dumbass. Like I could just go t-
Scott: You might wanna shut up.
Stiles: -here and tell him, “Oh by the way sourwolf, I think I’m in love with you, please do-
Scott: Stiles, you should really shut up.
Stiles: -n’t rip my throat out.
Scott: Well, I don’t think that’s necessary anymore.
Stiles: And why’s that?
Scott: You do know that werewolf hearing is, like, a thousand times better than yours, right?
Stiles: Of course I d- oh crap.
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Saw this convo and needed to make it. Image was found, but artist is still missing, so please tell me if anyone figures out who set up the sweet photoshop. All I did was slap on the text & logo and adjusted them to look good.
I realized how badly i wanted to see ads like this. We have such few kick-ass female characters and/or role models to look forward to. I’m debating making a whole series of ads like this to see how many BAMF ladies I can find and put them in a marketing position that actually paints women as tough-as-nails-bad-asses-who-don’t-take-shit-from-anyone. We sorely need more of them.
YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS. GIMMEEEEE ALLLLLLA DAT. CAN YOUR PAD/TAMPON KEEP UP WITH YOU?!
BADASS PADS/TAMPON. FOR THE ASSKICKER IN YOU.
OR SOMETHING. PLEASEEEEEEEE
Dead.
I HAVE RED IN MY LEDGER
CAN THIS BE A NEW WAY OF ASKING DISCRETELY FOR A TAMPON?
BEST
EVER
GIVE IT
RED IN MY LEDGER
Everyone else go home. This is perfection.
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in all my life, I have never encountered such an astounding act of trolling as the time I spent an hour and a half downloading what I thought was a Good Omens fanmix and then discovering that it was a Best of Queen album.
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ok im just gonna post this and get it over with it is tony makin steve super uncomfortable i thought it was a good idea at the time i am sorry
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laughing so hard omg
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