#I can't seem to stop

[gimlilithegreat]

Teen Wolf Master Rec List

As I appear to have truly jumped on this train I thought I'd pull together some of my favourite fics. This is no particular order and I've tried to organise them vaguely!

Almost all of these are Stiles-centric because I love that boy.

Canon Divergence

What Goes Around by KouriArashi (71k)

“Well,” Stiles says, “if they’re going to hunt werewolves, I’m going to hunt them.” It’s a ridiculous statement from a ten-year-old, but he’s obviously one hundred percent sincere. For the first time since the fire, Peter feels life stir inside him, feels purpose. It’s kismet, clearly. He’ll never meet the child he would have had with Olivia. Instead he’s met this boy, this brilliant, determined, cynical child with a world of potential. Peter kneels down in front of him so they’re at eye level. “How do you feel about doing that together?”

Because sometimes you just want to see Stiles go on a murder spree and let's be real Peter is the best murder mentor out there. If you kill a murderer, the number of murderers in the room stays the same. If you kill ten, that's when you start impacting the bottom line.

My other fav of this subgenre of revenge fantasy is Vengeance Looks Good On You, Sweetheart by cywscross which is murder husbands Stiles and Peter taking care of argent business on an international level.

when you're going through hell (keep going for me) by cywscross (57k)

Peter is abandoned in the aftermath of the fire, and Eichen House takes ruthless advantage. Six years later, when he's finally able to move again, he finds himself in a cell with a boy in a straitjacket. (Kate’s biggest mistake was letting Peter live. Eichen House’s biggest mistake was letting Peter meet Stiles.)

This is unhinged and BAMF and so, so good. The angst is real.

Love Thy Neighbour by cywscross (22k)

In which Stiles is an emancipated minor, and – after Peter Hale comes back from the dead – gains a zombie werewolf for a neighbour.

cywscross is going to be a theme here, this is so wonderfully fluffy without pushing anyone out of character. The relationship is built slowly and realistically, great stuff.

We'll Get Out Of This by Lamely_Me (52k)

Jackson needs a pack. It's not easy to admit, but he needs one especially under the circumstances that he turned into a werewolf. The issue is that the Hale pack isn't really a pack. It's a ticking time bomb that's bound to end up with more dead bodies. Mark his words, he's going to leave this shit town behind him. Leave this pack that hates him, this Alpha that abuses him any chance he gets, this place that literally fucking killed him. He'll get out of this hell he's trapped in. And he does. He just never thought that would include Stiles Stilinski.

Not a pairing I ever thought I'd enjoy but this fic is beautiful, broken people putting each other back together and finding a new family after their first ones righteously fucked up.

Ficlets

Touch Therapy by syriala (4k)

“You’re hugging Peter,” Derek said from behind them, confusion very obvious in his voice. “Yep,” Stiles gave back, not moving from his current position, speaking more into Peter’s hair than anything. “Why are you hugging him?” Derek asked, and Stiles shrugged as best as he could, with his arms still around Peter. “He just woke up from a coma. I don’t even want to think about how long he went without a hug,” Stiles gave back. Or the one where Stiles derails Peter’s plans by aggressively hugging the shit out of him.

Buuut what if Stiles just fixed everything by hugging things?

The best helping hand is at the end of your own arm by FeelingsDusk (2k)

Stiles draws the line at being kidnapped and tortured by a geriatric fascist and having to sacrifice his poor Roscoe to save people that didn't appreciate it afterwards, thank you very much. (Peter is smitten by his approach to self-sufficiency.)

Stiles might not have souped up werewolf muscles but that's never been a problem before and he is definitely not letting this shit stand. He's enough god dammit.

Fix its

hope is the thing with feathers by ShanaStoryteller (94k for the whole series)

Stiles is ten when he saves the Hales from their burning home and Derek from a wolfsbane bullet, and this establishes a pattern that seem to continue indefinitely.

This whole series is really fun (I'm also a Merlin fan so the nod makes me happy), the group of them are all super adorable and I love me a bit of Stiles getting to experience Hale pack life.

Hunting Pains by Ragga (230k)

It was a sad day when one had to resort to time travel because things were just so fucked up. Stiles should know. He went back to undo the whole ‘Beacon Hills is a death trap’ thing but for now he would just settle for knowing where the fuck he was. Even the year would be a nice start. Someone? Anyone? Or, the one where Stiles travels back in time, karma comes to bite him in the ass, and he ends up as Kate Argent's hunter mentor. He didn't take Peter Hale into account either, and he definitely didn't sign up for everything that came after. His life.

This should probably be labelled crack fic. It is completely unhinged in the best of ways. It feels very R-Rated scooby doo if the scooby doo crew did murder and Finstock is an absolute treasure in this fic.

Schrodinger's Wolves by wynnebat (20k)

When the Hale pack of Talia's day learns of their upcoming deaths, they summon an emissary from the future to weigh their loss against his future. They get Stiles, who has never been able to be impartial when it comes to people he loves.

In so many ways this fic is really cruel. Stiles is forced to make the worst decision, but we gotta lean into that angst and enjoy the ride.

Shameful Company by kaixo (ballpoint),

"Did I turn into a unicorn?" Peter asks dryly, and Stiles glares at him for a moment before the laughter bubbles up, unbidden, nearly unwilling, and he looks so surprised at the sound, his shock dimming it for a moment before it bursts through with even more trembling ferocity. A long, thin, willowy hand curls into a soft fist over his mouth, and he's shaking, frail, more tears falling, but the copper of his eyes are glowing, crinkling around the edges and scrunched with mirth. "No," Stiles chokes, chuckling wetly. "No, fuck you, a unicorn? What, like, Rainbowcreep? Zombiesparkle?"

In which Stiles is basically a stray cat, its Peter's fault he's back in the past in the first place and Lydia finally gets her revenge. Bloody brilliant but chris, Stiles is so broken.

If you want actual cat!Stiles Safe Place to Hide Away by TwistedAmusement13 is tooth rotting and so much fun.

Non-human Stiles

Blue Swede by twothumbsandnostakeincanon (somanyofthekids) (61k whole series)

Peter was suspicious. Just generally, as a person. He always assumed his fellow man had impure motives until they proved otherwise, and then he still kept an eye out. But at this particular moment, he was specifically suspicious of Derek’s new girlfriend. He's not the only one.

This whole fic is beautifully adorable and hilarious. Stiles is an empath and he's totally on to Kate. The rest of the series is sweet and angsty and funny and generally brilliant.

Child King by ShanaStoryteller (66k)

Stiles is born with red eyes.

This was so fun, I am such a sucker for Werewolf Stiles and this fic was deeply satisfying.

Going Home by cywscross (16k)

The sea has always called to Stiles. Now he’s free to answer it. Peter just wants to put Beacon Hills as far behind him as physically possible. Stiles doesn’t say no, so he follows.

The worldbuilding for mermaids in this is brilliant, and Peter's quiet desperation always just moves me.

For Great Justice! by Green (24k)

Stiles is a vengeance demon, drawn to Peter just as he's waking from his catatonia. "Whoever did this? We will make those fuckers suffer. I promise you."

I mean, it just works so perfectly, Stiles should be a vengeance demon.

Red by Udunie (14k)

It only took a few more feet of trodding through the underbrush to finally find his dog, and the closer he got, the calmer Peter felt. Otis was still barking, but now he was close enough to recognize that it didn’t sound like alarm. It sounded like something between 'play!' and 'squirrel!' Peter realized he was probably spending too much time with only a dog for company. “Otis! What is it?” The dog was wagging his tail, guarding the roots of a tree, and as he got closer, Peter saw that it wasn’t actually the tree that got him hyped up, it was the shaggy ball of red fur nestled at the base. “The hell…” It was a small fox. At least it looked small, but Peter had no idea how big full grown foxes were. It looked small next to Otis.

In this one Peter is the human and it is mostly animal shenanigans but just so sweet. Fox Stiles is peak Stiles. Such a little shit.

AU

Windows by dr_girlfriend (83k)

Derek has a new neighbor who won't stop looking. “You’re blind,” Derek said flatly, the anger draining from him so suddenly he felt almost woozy. His vision cleared, his claws sliding back into blunt fingernails. “Thanks for the memo, genius,” the kid said acidly. “I can still fucking defend myself, so don’t take another damn step.”

Derek thinks his neighbour is being rude and creepy, Stiles is just ready to throw down with the person who just stormed into his apartment for no apparent reason. Blind Stiles is wonderfully sassy and Derek is, as always, the worst at communicating.

I don't know why, but I guess it has something to do with you by LunaCanisLupus_22 (17k)

“You smell like me,” the guy says, scowling as he crowds in and Stiles staggers back between the coats and finally hits the wall. “Why do you smell like me?” He barely lets out a garbled sound as the blood rushes to his cheeks. “No reason,” Stiles yelps, struggling to get his footing and grasping at a whirlwind of puffy fur. Or the one where Stiles goes thrift shopping and an alpha's shirt. And gets a lot more than he bargains for.

Stiles is a beautifully strange mess in this and the romance is wonderfully awkward in a way that only Derek can achieve, the wonderful little weirdo.

Stiles Stilinski, Boyfriend Extraordinaire by MereLoup (14k)

“Beacon County Sheriff's Department, this is deputy Mahealani speaking.” “Oh thank god!” “Stiles?” “I, uh, I need some advice.” “Advice?” “Yeah. So, hypothetically, say you met your boyfriend’s mother and sister for the first time ever. Completely by accident. In the grocery store. And they convinced you to help them make a dinner to surprise aforementioned boyfriend when he got home after work. What would you do?” Danny paused, and then, “Stiles, you don’t have a boyfriend.” “That’s not the point! And I said hypothetically.” “Stiles...what are you doing right now?”

Derek is an awkward ball of social anxiety and white lies that got out of hand, Stiles is way too willing to go along with things and combined they end up somewhere truly strange.

There is a Brotherhood by minusoneday (21k)

So far, college has taught Stiles three things: 1) Eight am classes are cruel and unusual and should be avoided at all costs, even if it means having to enroll in something truly hideous instead, like Econ 101. 2) Dorm security is just as tight as Stiles’ orientation leader had promised it would be, and the dude guarding Scott’s dorm in particular does not respond well to bribes. 3) Mrs. McCall clearly had no clue what she was talking about when she’d insisted that Scott and Stiles needed to branch out and room with strangers, so it’s all her fault that Scott ended up with a total dick of a roommate and Stiles got stuck all the way across campus with some guy who has a girlfriend two towns over and is thus never around. Or, the one where pledge brothers Stiles and Scott start a prank war with Derek Hale's fraternity.

Because every fandom needs a fraternity fic, chaos, pranks and shenanigans abound. Lots of fun!

Whatever Works by KouriArashi (61k)

The problem with having your soulmate's first words to you tattooed on your arm is knowing your whole life that you're fated to be with a jerk. It's enough to make Stiles want to date other people ... which is how he winds up dating his soulmate's nephew.

Because Stiles and Peter are perfect for each other but if Stiles wants romance he's gonna have to stick with Derek. Love a good dose of why choose alongside intrigue and corporate lawyer Peter being the best arsehole he can be.

Angst - I still only do happy endings

Under the Songbird’s Wing by mia6363 (87k)

Captivity easily destroys the will of escape. It can break the fiercest of animal. It can strip the most regal man and woman down to nothing but animal needs. Captivity can, if met with unwavering determination, shape a person into something unimaginable. Stiles is sixteen when he's captured. Stiles's first thought is, "I won't die here."

This one is brutal but bloody hell the character building is beautiful and the attention to the gritty psychological impact of just continuing to survive. Beautifully written.

Call My Name by KouriArashi (81k)

After moving to Beacon Hills, Stiles starts having recurring dreams of a man in some kind of prison, who needs his help. Things get so bad that he ends up in Eichen House, where he finds out that the man is real.

I love this one. It explores the idea of Stiles being in and out of mental institutions so when he starts to see Peter in Eichen not even he believes him. So much angst but a wonderful payoff.

In Between by Planthoughts (46k)

There’s not much reason to talk. Sometimes, if he’s quiet enough he thinks his dad forgets him. If he’s quiet enough, and he hopes, Dad will walk right by. Those are good days. - Peter finds Stiles in the woods.

This one is dark but great. I'm a sucker for a soulmate fic and this is the most hurt/comfort of hurt/comforts.

Kid Fics

Baby Whisperer by twothumbsandnostakeincanon (somanyofthekids) (26k)

“What. Is that.” Scott looked up at him, apprehensive. “Her name’s Lily.” Stiles stared at the fuzzy head peeking out of the papoose. “Her. Her name. That is a real live human baby. Oh my God-” “Actually I don’t know if she’s human?” Scott said with a confused frown. “Becca didn’t say.” “Who the fuck is Becca?!”

Because Stiles+Peter+Children is my catnip. Add in a bit of Scott bashing I am off running.

Hook, Yarn, Sinker by pprfaith (65k)

Stiles is happy with his store, his hobbies, his friends. Peter's just trying to figure out how to raise his nieces and nephew without fucking them up too badly.

Paths cross.

Peter's a mess, Stiles is a mess too but he hides it better. Family feels, adorable baby Hales and so much yarn that rereading this fic always makes me get out my knitting needles.

Worldbuilding Favourites

The Searching Ceremonies by KouriArashi (156k)

Derek is being pressured by his family to pick a mate, and somehow stumbles into a choice that they didn't expect and aren't sure they approve of....

I reckon I think about this fic at least once a month, this is a case fic with a generous serving of drama and romance. The world-building is incredible, the characters are built beautifully and the mentor/mentee relationship between Peter and Stiles gives me so much joy. One of my favourite fics of all time. The whole series is brilliant but the first one is the best one.

Waiting by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) (80k)

Not wanting to think on it too much, Stiles took a step forward and passed his hand between the bars, moving the bleeding side closer to Derek’s mouth. “Not too close, he bites.” Stiles snatched his hand away just as Derek had been about to lick at it. The snarl he got in response was not comforting. “He what?” Stiles asked nervously, turning to Deaton. The man looked a little amused. “Don’t worry, only if he doesn’t like you.” “Well, he probably hates me, now!” Stiles insisted, turning back to Derek. He looked extremely displeased.

Derek is a strange feral creature connected to the health of Beacon Hills, every year a new 'sacrifice' is chosen to look after him to stop the town from falling apart. Stiles is just so wonderfully caring in this and yet he still feels like a teenage boy, no supernatural compassion here. The world-building here is brilliant.

Bigfoot Told Me You Were Coming by twothumbsandnostakeincanon (25k)

Peter and Chris are on the run when they stumble across Stiles' home in the woods.

I don't know why but this fic totally gives me Studio Ghibli vibes, Stiles' witch cottage sounds like something out of Howl's Moving Castle.

Love What is Behind You by KouriArashi (54k)

Basically what it says on the label. Hunger Games type fusion. Stiles doing way better than anyone anticipates. Peter finds him intriguing. Ruthless, devious assholes working together to ruin bad guys, as the Steter ship is meant to be.

The worldbuilding on this Hunger Games style universe is bloody brilliant and I love the characterisation of Stiles in here. Willing to do what he needs to do to survive but unshakingly committed to his beliefs.

Don't Savage The Messenger by exclamation (172k)

There is an uneasy truce between the werewolves in the woods and the humans who live in Beacon Hills, protected by a magical boundary that gives warning any time a werewolf crosses it. Then the sheriff is taken by the werewolves and his son offers himself in exchange. Stiles promises to serve the werewolf pack, not knowing what horrible use they might have for him. But it turns out his most useful skill is the ability to cross the boundary line between humans and werewolves. Life with the werewolves is nothing like he feared and the werewolves themselves are nothing like the hunters' stories would have him believe.

Pretty brutal imagining of what would happen after a werewolf reveal and Stiles gets caught in the middle. Some pretty shocking stuff happens early on but this turns into a really interesting and brilliantly written fic.

SMUTTY

Cherry Picked by Bunnywest (37k)

The annual pack convention is a hell of an opportunity—it’s the chance to have wild, no-strings-attached sex with a willing werewolf partner under the guise of providing 'hospitality' for the entire week of the Inter-pack Convention, and this year it’s Beacon Hills’ turn to host. And Stiles is finally twenty one, old enough to offer himself. He’s planned for this, deliberately stayed single all this time so he qualifies (because Weres are weirdly possessive and insist on virgin ass—apparently, just like with olive oil, it’s superior. Whatever.) Stiles isn't sure what it says about him that he goes weak at the knees at the thought of a werewolf holding him down and having his way with him, or why he gets stupidly turned on at a throaty growl or a peek of fang, and to be honest he doesn't really care. All he knows is that it pushes all his buttons, and he’ll never have a chance like this again. Now he just has to get himself selected.

This one is a little out of nowhere because who knew Deuc/Stiles would be a fun pairing but this fic has lots of smut, many feels and some fun world-building.

You Had Me at Canapes by LadyArinn (47k)

Stiles doesn't mean to sneak into the Hale wedding, and he certainly doesn't mean to have cliche coat-room sex with the bride's uncle, but what had happened, happened, and it wasn't like he could just leave. At least, not until he got to have some of that cake.

Peter and Stiles are such unrelenting arseholes to each other in this fic. It's delightful.

Warning: Contents Are Under Pressure by Shey (68k)

God, Stiles needed more Adderall. And a nap. And a good fuck. Possibly not in that order. Recent NYU grad, and new law clerk, Stiles Stilinski is sixty-five hours into a very long work week, the latest in a string of very long work weeks. He’s suffering from a terrible case of no-time-to-jerk-off, and a shared apartment with painfully thin walls. To top it off, his entitled bastard of a boss seems to have missed the memo on personal space. If he doesn’t get some quality time with his right hand, and soon, he’s going to end up fired, or evicted. Unfortunately, his roommate is forever getting in the way of his plans, and it turns out his boss is just plain trouble with a capital T.

I am weak for this grouping and this one is a lot of fun. Plenty of angst, fluffy feels.

Five Days of Dickings by drunktuesdays, mklutz (17k)

Five Dickings in Five Days was the (hopefully interim) title he’d seen on the contract. More like five days of dickings. Whatever, Stiles was into it. The money is great; the fucking is also great. It’s a win-win way to pay for college.

This is smut. Pure, end to end kinky smut. But heck the Stiles/Cameraman Derek pairing is ridiculously cute.

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

[just-barrow]

the honda odyssey edition

[litl-rat-dude]

more hsr doots, just having fun figuring out their shapes :)

[sky-scribbles]

Hey do you guys remember how long it took for Essek to show his natural awkwardness around the Nein? Do you remember how they were friends with him for three months before he even tried making jokes around them? Do you remember the long slow process of him letting down the Shadowhand mask and openly showing how much he enjoyed their antics?

Did you see Essek just being himself around Bell's Hells, this bunch of weirdos he'd never met, even as he pretended to be someone else? Did you see him cracking that dumb joke about his pretend mother being able to stop time with enough ale, and laughing with them? Did you see him watching them for all of five minutes and going, 'This has been a very interesting first impression. I'm excited to see how strange this gets!'

Do you realise how much easier and freer with people he is now? How despite dropping the Shadowhand sleekness and showing his awkward side, he somehow seems more confident? Do you realise that despite the situation right now, Essek seems happy?

[ballpitwitch]

KEANU REEVES | DON'T QUIT YOUR DAY DREAM | FENDER

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Robin bought Steve a "kiss the cook" apron after he struck out and after he mocked her one too many times about Vickie. It was only fair. He laughed about it later. He had forgotten about it until Eddie stayed over, and he made breakfast for them. He wore the apron without thinking.

Eddie walked into the kitchen and tilted his head. He stared at Steve, and his eye twitched. He debated on whether to conform to a goddamn piece of clothing or to go without kissing Steve. Hmm, what would happen if he didn't listen to the apron? Would the universe explode? He couldn't take the risk. Steve finished making breakfast and turned to tell Eddie but stopped when he saw the serious look on Eddie's face. Steve was about to open his mouth when Eddie slammed his lips to his. He barely responded when Eddie broke the kiss.

"I wasn't sure what would happen if I didn't listen to the apron," Eddie said. "I didn't want to risk our lives."

"Good call," Steve said and pulled him in for another kiss.

[mikkeneko]

....now considering whether I want to write a 'Find the shapeshifters' fic for SVSSS too

[egophiliac]

How do you imagine Levan/Revan/ Mallenoa's husband?

Appearance, personality etc.

Revaan/Laverne/whatever-his-name-is's title sort of implies that he might be from a fantasy-Eastern country (they've established that in Twstland, 竜 = Eastern-style dragons, andドラゴン = Western-style dragons). and that's about as much as we know right now about...anything in regards to what he might look like. so I've been trying very hard not to form too much of a mental picture of him, because I'm still hoping we'll get to see him (or at least a silhouette)! ergo, in my head, he kind of looks like this:

so handsome. surely Malenoa fell in love at first glance.

I do think the funniest thing about what we've learned so far is that Malleus being kind of quiet and reserved and dignified...absolutely did not come from the Draconias. and he sure as heck did not learn it from Lilia. so he probably got a lot of that from his dad! the vibe I get from how Lilia talks about him is that he could be a bit of a prim little fancyboy sometimes, but was (mostly) willing to go along with his wife's zany antics out of love. he sounds sweet, honestly! I'm sorry he (maybe) died. :(

my favorite thing about Mal's parents is that Malenoa and Lilia's dynamic was "long-suffering guard and princess who has long been the cause of said suffering":

but then they would happily join forces in order to gang up on Revaan:

tl;dr Revaan was the straightman in Malenoa and Lilia's comedy act until it all ended horribly whoops

[gale-force-storm]

He refuses to fall for the first person to show him kindness. He may be feeling sorry for himself, but that's a bridge too far.

Even if they are beautiful. And kind to everyone, not just him. And brave. And clever. And strong. And they love animals, and reading. And they have a wry sense of humour that he adores.

He won't. He can't. Besides all else, this is decidedly not the time. A bomb in his chest and a worm in his head and a weight on his shoulders and a shame in his stomach and a shattered heart he's still trying to gather the pieces of. Desperately clinging to the cloak of his past, wrapping himself in his former confidence, pretending it hasn't been worn threadbare with time in isolation and eaten ragged by the moths of doubt and fear and past mistakes.

He fell from grace so far so fast, but he cannot beg affection off the first hand to offer him help up, even if it is the first time he's touched another person in months. Even if that hand did send a sudden warmth through him and feel so right in his own he could almost cry from it.

...This is getting out of hand.

He can just be friendly with them, surely. How does one make friends, again? Shared interests? He mostly just has the one, so he'll share what he can. They pick it up quickly, and the warm magic that surrounds them is a balm on his soul. Right up until they imagine kissing him, and his heart skips a beat. It can't be. It can't be. They can't want him back. It's not possible. And how, after it all, after everything, is he meant to resist the overwhelming temptation of being wanted?

They don't let up, either. Lingering glances. Warm smiles. All but propositioning him at the tiefling party. If there is a single positive thing to be said about his year of orb-imposed abstinence, it's that the willpower he had to build up and the practice denying himself were the only things that enabled him to decline their advances.

Well, that and the risk of blowing up the both of them, along with everyone else in or near the camp.

The warm smiles and lingering gazes and casual touches still continue, though.

This is fine. He's fine. He can't remember the last time he felt like this, someone cared for him like this, and he can't do a damn thing about it, but he's fine. Everything is fine. As fine as it can be, anyways, given everything else about the situation.

He supposes he should probably be more upset about Mystra's orders. At this point, though, it's hard to feel like it's anything besides a way out. A relief that he can be good for something. One more miserable experience, and then he's done with it, and all their problems are solved. There are worse things.

Except.

They're so angry about it. Everyone is, but them especially. Arguing with both him and Elminster the entire time, insisting there's another option. That they'll find or make one. Whatever they have to do to keep him around.

Gods help him, but he does want to stay with them. Stay for them.

He sleeps that night, and awakens with a jolt, a groan, and a realization. He's glad that prestidigitation exists to clean himself up without leaving his tent and risking the others' notice. His body had, apparently, caught up with certain implications before his brain. Though from what snippets of his dream he remembers, maybe it was only his waking mind that had been lagging behind.

He wants them, and he can finally have them. Can give them as much of himself as he's able, in the time he has left.

He had refused, at first, the idea of falling for the first person to show him kindness. And he hasn't. He's fallen for someone who is so much more that that. And he will not, cannot, die without letting them know. If he has to leave them, and he fears he will, then he will not leave them feeling unappreciated, or uncherished, or unloved. Not when he can finally embrace the full depth and breadth of what he feels for them. Has felt for them for what can't have been more than a tenday or two, but feels like a lifetime and a moment all at once.

He will not leave without showing them the full scope of his admiration and appreciation and sheer joy at their presence. The full scope of how impossibly deeply he already loves them. Not while he has any say in it.

[itwoodbeprefect]

the thing about bad buddy is that calling it enemies to lovers is not entirely wrong and is a very succinct and easy way to indicate the general plot, but also one of the only moments that the two main characters are actually personally in conflict with each other lasts about four minutes and is expressed mainly through upset shirtless xylophone playing contrasted with a montage of happy moments that features a time there was triumphant shirt-wearing xylophone playing. and then they both say sorry at literally the exact same time

[pa-pa-plasma]

I know the concept of more supernatural/paranormal elements is cool but it will never stop being funny to me that in every series ever, when a ghost shows up the main characters have to do rituals & research the history of the haunted item or house or even whole town & use specific items like salt & incense & talisman to banish the ghost all dramatically & supernaturally, but in Danny Phantom this kid just shows up with nothing but his fists, a thermos, & pent up aggression. put em the fuck UP, you ectoplasmic son of a—

[mint-fixates]

Random Billford Thought of the Day (TBOB Spoilers):

If Bill is capable of making Ford forget his own name by fucking around with his head, could he not have just. Made Ford forget about the true intentions for the portal?

My best guess/theory for why he DIDN'T do that? He so badly wanted Stanford to be on-board with the whole "taking over the world together" thing and was so confident Ford would come around eventually that he didn't WANT to trick him into it anymore. If he did, Ford would just leave anyway when the portal opened and Weirdmageddon happened, so what's the point at this stage?

This is so interesting to me, because it suggests that he prioritized convincing Ford to stay while knowing the truth (even in unproductive ways like scaring him into staying) over making sure the portal opened no matter what. Bill sabotaged his own plans because he wanted Ford to be part of them.

[cosmicdreamgrl]

maknae line x bst performances pt.2 for @jkvjimin

[hauntedangelconnoisseur]

Realised that I've never posted Hellsing stuff on here, soooo...

[the-bi-space-ace]

I'm back on my Echo and Crosshair bullshit and none of you can stop me.

I think Crosshair has never felt such an urge to yap at someone before Echo showed up. He is so confused by it, just as much as Hunter, Wrecker, and Tech are, but the moment Echo joins them and spends daily life with them all he wants to do is talk. He follows Echo around at night after missions, chatting, without even realizing it. He tells stories, updates him on their first ever missions, actually shares random thoughts that pass through his mind. The moment they're back on the Marauder and done for the day he just can't stop himself. He tries, oh boy he tries. He has to straight up cover his mouth with his hand sometimes because whatever is happening to him is unbelievably embarrassing. And Echo has no idea this is out of the ordinary. He just assumes this is how Crosshair is. He is near silent around anyone outside of the squad, only opening his mouth to say something snarky, and when they're alone he lets all of those pent up words out. Echo just lets it happen. And he's happy to have someone to distract him.

Hunter, in particular, is perplexed. This simple, snarky, quiet man he's known forever is sitting on his bunk wide eyed telling Echo his like fifth fucking story and Echo is just nodding along, interjecting where it fits, and is none the wiser that this is not typical Crosshair behavior.

Hunter: what the fuck is happening? Tech: *looks where Hunter is staring* Ah, yes, I believe this is what they call 'making a new friend.' It makes sense that you'd have no idea what that's like since we do not have any other friends. *walks off* Hunter: >:(

The image of Crosshair being so pissed about wanting to yap is so funny to me. He has this battle inside himself like why do I want to talk to him so much this is so humiliating I can't believe this is happening to me what is going on and Echo is just like cool I am making new friends isn't this wonderful? All my new friends want to talk to me :)

Cross starts to mellow out after they get used to Echo being around all the time and soon they start switching off who is quietly sitting and listening while the other chats without pause or breaks.