I’m sorry, did you just complain about lumberjack!Derek? Because I DON’T THINK IT’S BEACON HILLS THAT NEEDS THE INTERVENTION IF THAT’S THE CASE *derek-eyebrows you*
Listen.. I’m from Eastern KY. I’ve seen enough plaid and trees and camo and coalminers to last me a life time.
I know I’m in the minority, but I actually prefer the more urbane season one Derek with his little leather sneakers and his expensive jeans and closer shave.
Considering THIS is what comes to mind when plaid is mentioned in Australia:
I should probably have more of an aversion as well but…
Yeah, I’m good.
So when will you be writing that Teen Wolf bogan AU…….
"I could be seriously crook, Stiles," Scott says, toeing through the underbrush. He’d give up but puffers are a wank to replace.
"Fuckin’ ay! You’re a werewolf!” Stiles crows, jumping a wombat hole. He snorts at Scott’s look. “I’m kidding, Struth. But if ya see me up the creek panning for silver it’s ‘cause Friday’s a full moon.”
Scott rolls his eyes, kicking at a stick to make sure it’s just a stick before picking it up to poke under a log. Something hisses and he gives that up as not fuckin’ worth it. “I swear this was it. The body was here. The emu nearly bowled me over and I dropped my puffer…”
"Maybe the killer moved the body," Stiles says.
Scott scowls. “If he did, I hope he left my bloody puffer. I don’t have the script repeat on me.”
Stiles makes a choking noise and yanks Scott around to- bloody hell.
"Oy cunts," the man says. Scott catches the flash of flannel under the black duster. "This is private fuckin’ property."