Oh heyyy Void Dylan. Be sure to catch an all new After After Show after a brand new episode of Teen Wolf at 10pm on Moonday!
I feel really awkward doing this ngl, but I’m kind of struggling big time atm and my friends talked me into give this a change. So after some thinking, I’ve added a donation button on my blog… You guys are in no way obligated to do anything at all with this information, I’ll probably just remove it after a while or something. Anyway, I just hope you keep on enjoying my blog and being as awesome as you’ve always been to me. So no matter what, thank you for being lovely people! (awkward turtle)
Sheriff Stilinski in every episode (◡‿◡✿)
102 Second Chance at First Line (x)
I got a lot of asks about it today, so I figured it was as good a time as any to post this. Sorry for the length and the utter lack of Derek. He’ll make another appearance in the next one, though! <3
“I made a complete idiot out of myself, Lyds,” Stiles says tiredly.
He nurses his third cup of coffee that morning and yet still feels no closer to being a functioning adult. His mind is foggy and slow, despite sleeping through the previous afternoon and evening, well into the night. He already knows that today won’t be a good writing day.
Lydia’s sigh echoes through the computer speakers, her expression on his screen one of fond exasperation. She sips primly from a cup of tea, staring at him from over the rim.
“Sweetie,” she says as she lowers the cup. “How many times have I told you not to go out in public in that state?”
“I was hungry.” He defends. “What was I supposed to do?”
“Order in,” she replies dismissively. “Now stop distracting me with tales of gorgeous men and tell me why I haven’t gotten the next part to the book yet.”
Stiles winces. “Derek’s not cooperating with me anymore,” he admits. “He’s suddenly decided that Alex isn’t enough.”
Lydia blinks, unimpressed, and takes another small sip from her tea cup.
“You can’t force love, Stiles,” she tells him patiently. “If your character no longer has feelings for the love interest then give him a new love interest. Does he have someone in mind or is this a general feeling?”
Stiles feels his body relaxing. He always feels better about his writing when he talks with Lydia. Saying things like my characters won’t cooperate and he doesn’t like his love interest anymore makes him feel a little crazy - and to anyone outside the profession, it sounds crazy - but Lydia understands. She always has.
“Ira,” he replies. “He’s thinking about Ira right now.”
Lydia doesn’t reply right away, her head tilting to the side as she contemplates this. She nods slowly. “I can see that,” she says finally. “Write him with Ira.”
“But Alex is supposed to be his love interest!” Stiles cries. “We discussed this in detail during the first book! I can’t just change it now.”
“Of course you can.” She rolls her eyes. “Derek is a werewolf, Stiles, it’s not that hard to believe that his instincts would pull him in a different direction.”
Stiles blinks. “His instincts?”
She sighs and looks away from him, fiddling with something on her computer screen. After a moment, she begins typing.
“I’m e-mailing you the name of a book,” she tells him. “It’s a little hard to find but lucky for you, the only bookstore actually in Beacon Hills happens to have an entire section dedicated to obscure texts. Find it and read it; it’s all about werewolf mates. Everything you need to know about naturally transitioning Derek from Alex to Ira is in that book.”
“The only bookst— you want me to go back to the scene of the crime?” He asks incredulously. “I can’t go back there! I can never face him again!”
She stares at him blankly. “You will if you want to finish this book.”
Sometimes, he regrets ever becoming be friends with her.