Lydia resists the very real urge to roll her eyes. She glances at his door, and then at the clock on his bedside table — it’s midnight — and then at him. “Okay,” she decides. “I’ll stay.”
Stiles blinks. “Huh?”
(Or, Stiles’s insomnia didn’t die with the nogitsune. Lydia helps. Post-3B.)
I can do this. I am a dude! I am a hunky dude! I’m a badass hunky dude!
SHE’S THE MAN
2006, dir. Andy Fickman
Best movies of my youth
silentmacabre
