"We're on a ship--pun intended."
A couple of weeks ago, my sister and I mainlined Teen Wolf. I wandered in on the middle of the first episode because there was screaming coming from the TV. Or gunshots. Possibly set to a background of horror music. And, possibly because I grew up on a steady diet of war films, sci fi movies and anything ever that came from the BBC, I had to know what was going on.
So, of course, I sat down and then my mouth fell open and then I stared. Maybe three hours later we decided it was time for bed. The next night we were back, mouths hanging open and staring in horrified fascination at the screen.
"I don't know how we're still watching this," I told my sister, eyes still glued to the insane amount of possibly intentional homoerotic supernatural craziness and inconsistent writing.
"Me neither," she said. "Damn that boy is fine."
I might have whimpered a little. "God, can he never put his shirt back on again?"
"He can't throw a punch for shit, though."
"Yeah, no. Only Stiles has managed to do that so far. I have yet to see anyone of the supernatural set doing more than flail."
My sister nodded. "Yeah, this fight choreography is horrible."
"That must be why they keep making Derek take off his shirt."
"Mmmhmm," she agreed. "The man can pose."
"And how."
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It should probably be noted that until I'd heard Derek referred to by name, I called him "Stalker Boyfriend." There was a lot of wall slamming involved.
So, of course, I sat down and then my mouth fell open and then I stared. Maybe three hours later we decided it was time for bed. The next night we were back, mouths hanging open and staring in horrified fascination at the screen.
"I don't know how we're still watching this," I told my sister, eyes still glued to the insane amount of possibly intentional homoerotic supernatural craziness and inconsistent writing.
"Me neither," she said. "Damn that boy is fine."
I might have whimpered a little. "God, can he never put his shirt back on again?"
"He can't throw a punch for shit, though."
"Yeah, no. Only Stiles has managed to do that so far. I have yet to see anyone of the supernatural set doing more than flail."
My sister nodded. "Yeah, this fight choreography is horrible."
"That must be why they keep making Derek take off his shirt."
"Mmmhmm," she agreed. "The man can pose."
"And how."
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It should probably be noted that until I'd heard Derek referred to by name, I called him "Stalker Boyfriend." There was a lot of wall slamming involved.