I buried the jar deep within the roots of the nemeton. It was their sacrifice that brought its power back.
I HAVE A BURNING NEED FOR—
"Kira taught me how to hashtag," said Derek, deliberately casual.
It was the second time Derek brought up his popular instagram account, the first time being his very excited announcement that he was selected to be in an instagram contest that Scott is 80% sure Stiles made up to mock Derek with.
100% sure because Scott was with Stiles last night when they came up with @InstagramContestForSeriousPhotographersofBeaconHills
It was funny at first because no one realises how serious Derek is about his PHOTOGRAPHY, calls it his HOBBY, and talks about it with an air of humble GENUINE modesty, much to Scott’s horror and dawning realisation, stresses that NO ONE CAN TELL DEREK THAT THE CONTEST IS FAKE.
So when Lydia tries to honey people only like your selfies because you’re h— Scott drags Lydia away and gets Stiles to RUN INTERFERENCE (which is really easy because he asks Derek, again, the merits of Amaro vs. Rise filter).
Stiles totally does not understand why Scott is freaking out, why Scott doesn’t just tell Derek THE TRUTH instead of getting him to stay up with him to create 84 instagram accounts to ENTER INTO THE CONTEST. But then Derek shyly asks Stiles HIS OPINION on which of these photos of WOLF BABIES he took at the LOCAL WOLF SANCTUARY is better for the contest, Stiles throws his hands in the air and sits down on the lumpy loft couch, entire side pressed against Derek, and goes through the album.