Hey guys, I’m seeing a lot of comments about Tyler Hoechlin’s John Varvatos jacket at the 2014 MTV Movie Awards and I feel like I have to clear the air.
People are under the impression that Tyler had spent $3k on a jacket and it was a huge waste of money. I can really safely say that he didn’t buy that jacket.
There are two types of stylists: a personal stylist or an in-house stylist for a brand. Tyler is probably under the second category because he is always in Varvatos or Diesel. A personal stylist would have access to a lot more brands.
Either way, once Tyler has a stylist, it means he doesn’t have to pay for the items he’s wearing on the red carpet. He pays the stylist for putting the outfit together, but he’s wearing the clothes for free because he’s promoting the brand. Once the event is over, he has to return the clothes to Varvatos.
Seeing how he wears the brand so often, it’s not surprising if he gets some items for free or at a discounted price. So Varvatos stuff that he wears more than once - mostly shoes and two or three jackets - are the ones that he owns. Otherwise, everything else he’s worn is strictly for that appearance.
Hope this long post cleared things up!
PS: Varvatos’ charitable efforts could be one reason why he wears them all the time.
But also, say Tyler wanted to buy a 3 thousand dollar jacket. It’s his money. He can do what he wants. I don’t personally have 3 thousand extra dollars laying around to spend on an article of clothing, but if I did, random people I don’t know bitching about it on the internet wouldn’t make me feel bad about it. But that’s just how I feel about it I guess.
with the wild wolves around you, in the morning, I’ll call you
you are friend
i like you smile
smile human smile i love you
Swiggity swag the friendship stag
Okay, so: magic Stiles, right. Stiles training to become Scott’s emissary. The crux here is that Scott got bitten but Derek never showed up in Beacon Hills— I’m not exactly sure about the details, WHATEVER, the point is, Deaton is currently teaching Stiles about diversion spells. Y’know, projecting visual illusions, altering someone’s perception of reality, that sort of thing. It’s all pretty bad-ass in theory but there’s a lot of sketchy powder involved and the main component is belief, something Stiles still rolls his eyes at because he personally prefers things to be a little more sciencey, but whatever. He practiced all afternoon and Deaton seemed pleased, told him he seems to really have a knack for these types of spells.
When Stiles gets home he’s still covered in sketchy powder and there’s pressure building behind his eyes, so he figures he’s earned himself a nice long shower and a good jerk-off session. His head’s still aching so instead of putting on porn he conjures up his favorite jerk-off fantasy. He comes hard enough to make his toes curl and sleeps like a log afterward.
The next day is a Saturday, so he goes to the clinic for his morning Herbology class with Deaton and walks straight into a fucking wall because—
“Stiles,” Deaton says. “This is Derek.”
His jerk-off fantasy is standing in the room.
It’s him. It’s definitely him. It’s 100% for sure definitely him, down to the dark hair and the bright eyes and the leather jacket and the perfect stubble and the muscled arms that could hold you up for hours as he pounded into you, rock hard, grunting, sweat pouring down his chiseled body—
Stiles’ jerk-off fantasy is standing in the room.
First Sterek whut
I haven’t let myself draw with my tablet in a while….hence the analog. And since I had this in doodle book anyway, tonight seemed kinda fitting?
Happy Blood Moon~