Derek considers himself a pretty stoic person. He’s rolled with the punches that life’s given him, and has only tried to curl up and die a few times, which, considering everything, is pretty damn impressive, if you ask him.
But there’s a special place in hell for trickster spirits, and Derek is going to do his best to ensure that the trickster spirit gets set there as soon as fucking possible.
Because no one can be expected to just deal with the fact they’ve suddenly got telepathy.
"Erm," Scott says, "How strong is it, exactly?"
Derek glares. “Strong.” He’s trying to respect personal boundaries here, but he has no idea how to stop the constant influx of thoughts. “How do any of you ever defeat evil in between all the sex fantasies you’re constantly having?”
Scott briefly covers his face with his hand, Kira turns pink, Allison grits her jaw, Isaac smirks a little, and Lydia cocks her head to the side. “Wait, do you hear thoughts or see them? This is a pretty unique opportunity to compare thought patterns…”
Derek shuts his eyes and breathes in deeply. It doesn’t help; the constant barrage of thoughts just intensifies when he’s not distracted by sight. “Can we just find the creature and…”
"What, punch it til it cries uncle and gives you your sanity back?" Isaac interrupts. "I don’t think your usual methods are going to work this time."
Derek would be offended, but mostly he’s trying his best to ignore the ode to Allison’s short skirts that Isaac seems to be composing in his head.
"I’m willing to entertain any plan that means I don’t have to hear anyone else’s thoughts," Derek says. "So ideas. On the table. Now."
It was admittedly a poor choice of words, though he will give them all credit for including the table in their gutter-thoughts. Derek is really going to have to find acquaintances that aren’t horny teenagers, because this is mortifying on several levels.
Apparently none of them are currently getting laid, and yeah. The hormones are working overtime.
Derek sympathizes, he really does, but mostly what he wants is to not have front-row tickets to five different fantasy sequences. None of which, he might add, involve him in any way, though Scott is surprisingly popular.
Not that he’s cranky about not starring in people’s fantasies. That would be immature and also ridiculous, and Derek isn’t one to get upset about being left out.
"You know you just pink-elephanted sex, right?" Lydia stage whispers to him when no one provides any viable suggestions for intimidating or cajoling trickster spirits.
"Really? I hadn’t noticed," Derek says grumpily.
this was AWESOME
Name that actor from random film you are watching game:
Papa Stilinski (Linden Ashby) is hunting some Zombies in Resident Evil: Extinction
My kingdom for an AU where Papa Stilinski just has his own side adventures like Abed in Community: This week on Teen Wolf Derek is brooding in the dark and Scott is Learning To Be An Alpha, meanwhile in the background Sheriff S is just quietly taking care of Beacon Hills’ Yeti infestation.
He lures them out with chicken fingers, it’s a long story, the kids’d probably think it’s boring.
Supernatural AU where Satan and Metatron are lawyers comparing one against the other in court.
I’m rooting for Satan
we are all rooting for Satan
WITH THE REPORTER ON SCENE
How even is this possible????
Satan is defending Cas
And the one who arrested them
WTF IS THIS???
The real world.
This is from That’s So Raven, where Chelsea and Raven apply to work at the same clothing shop. Chelsea is white; Raven is black. Chelsea gets the job, despite being utterly horrible at it, while Raven, who has a deep interest in fashion and knows how to handle clothes, does not. The girls find this deeply suspicious, so Chelsea wears a hat with a camera on it and questions the employer. The employer admits what she does in the gif above and Chelsea and Raven submit the footage to a news station.
And THAT is why That’s So Raven is the best TV show ever.