Purchase a handle of bourbon*
Wake up around 10 AM and resign yourself to being a person in your mid-twenties having a hobby that surrounds itself around horrible CGI and werewolves. Then curse MTV for bringing this to you (and because they’re also the ones who told you that your vote matters and that Avril Lavigne was cool.)
10:30 AM. Begin drinking.
Roll your eyes a lot about how you will never love this show and how stupid everyone around you is for loving it.
5 PM. Start where you left off in the episode.
Try to ship Derek/Stiles, feel confused. Take two shots.
Have what I like to call THE FUCKING MOMENT (where sadly, no fucking actually happens. sigh.) Begin shipping Derek/Stiles. Feel confused because you’re experiencing emotion. Shrug it off, drink more, blame the bourbon.
Realize you have either fast forwarded through all scenes containing Scott and Allison or have drank yourself blind at this point. Blog about this.
Hydrate as you reflect on your life.
Feel choked up about Derek Hale. Drink more.
Finish the season. Sit in drunken silence for a few minutes.
Secretly look up Derek/Stiles fic.
Experience more emotion. Blog this and blame everyone around you. Realize you can ship Allison/Lydia and that this headcanon is beautiful. (I recommend this fic as a nice starting point.) Hate your friends a little less because sweet and endearing badass lesbians warm your heart. (or other things.)
You’re Pack now. Take up day drinking, surrender all dignity, pass out in your best dress with lipstick smeared across your tearstained face.
*or vodka, three boxes of wine, tequila, etc.