#let stiles be violent and murderous okay?? in the name of love

[patolemus]

There’s just something about Stiles being so unflinchingly violent if it’s to protect Derek, of him having vivid fantasies about bashing his bat against Kate’s pretty blonde hair until her brain splatters across the room, about cutting Jennifer’s tongue and arms off so she can’t spell or touch Derek ever again, about lighting Gerard on fire and ripping Kali’s head off her shoulders...

[amatchinwater]

Second square for Steo Spooktober. I knew there was a reason that I was saving this wip!

Square filled: Free space- vampire/warlock AU

Warnings: Blood, talks of death, reincarnation, explicit sexual content, uhhh...that's it?

Words: 5705

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AU inspiration

Post/song for title inspiration

Brand New Set of Bones

In a world where the supernatural is more or less known, vampires like Stiles are able to live freely. Without worry of mobs with torches and pitchforks like the days he was turned. Stiles was born again in 1792 when the witch trials were trying to make a comeback for all things that went bump in the night. People didn't take too kindly to women who put too many herbs in their dinner because of the health benefits. You know, not actual witches. Imagine how the townsfolk reacted when they discovered a young man who drank blood for sustenance. 

If you guessed badly, you'd be correct. 

Three months after being turned by a vampire- who had intended to feed from him and compel him to forget, but fucked up and nearly killed Stiles- he was left on his own. Turns out his maker, a man named Peter, ran afoul with one of the largest families of hunters in the world; the Argents. His maker didn't necessarily leave him high and dry being brutally murdered and all. Once he realized his mistake of almost killing Stiles, Peter offered to turn the human to save his life. 

Stiles agreed. 

Being in his early twenties and orphaned at a young age, he was no stranger to living on the streets and begging for scraps. But Peter insisted that wouldn't be his life anymore. That he comes from a very wealthy family overseas- the Hales- and it was now Peter’s responsibility to take care of the newborn vampire. 

So Stiles moved in with the man. In the three months he had with his maker, they tirelessly worked on Stiles' control of his hunger. Teaching him how to compel- he wasn't the best, even worse in stressful situations- and release people. And to stay away from silver if he wants to keep his skin. 

Peter tried to teach Stiles everything he knew as hard as the newbie tried to learn it. But then Peter got caught. One of the Argents followed him down an alleyway while his maker was stalking dinner and staked him right as Peter’s fangs ripped from his gums. Stiles felt it in his own heart. The connection between a vampire and their maker is much like that of a pack bond for werewolves. Stiles was gone when it happened. 

Apparently the hunter wasn't alone. The man who killed Peter followed him from their home instructing his son to keep an eye on the house in case it was a nest. The younger Argent heard Stiles' mournful screams and rushed the grieving vampire. Literally dragging him through the town by his hair as bloody tears stained his pale, mole speckled cheeks. The vampire caught sight of the boy he had been enamoured by before he was turned: Theo. His blue eyes filled with rage under his dark green cloak, watching Stiles being tied to a stake in the center of town. 

The wrath wasn't directed towards Stiles, but the hunter hurting him. The citizens casting stones and cursing slurs at the vampire. He watched as Theo's eyes glowed a violent purple, ready to attack. Theo’s a warlock and Stiles never once judged him for it, it only made him love the other boy more. The vampire shook his head, knowing that if Theo exposes himself as a witch, that the townsfolk will kill him too. Stiles can't let that happen. Not to Theo. The perfect man he's known since they were kids. Fell in love with when they were teenagers. 

Though he never risked telling Theo. Not in this era. 

But the warlock is just as stubborn and protective as Stiles it seems. He rushed the makeshift stage, knocking the hunter out of the way. Wide blue eyes search his amber ones, "it's going to be okay." Theo assures him, ignoring Argent's yells. The warlock cups his face, "you should know I love you, too." Stiles never once said those words out loud. And before he can, Theo leans in and kisses him with everything he's got. 

There's cries of outrage at the sight before the citizens. The vampire reciprocates as best as he can in his restraints, crying tears of sadness and joy. "Please go, they'll kill you too. Theo, please," Stiles begs. 

The younger hunter grabs Theo's shoulders, trying to yank him off but the warlock holds firm. "I will find you again, I swear it." His blue eyes are so sincere the vampire almost believes him. "Leave this place. I will find you." 

Their lips brush one last time and when Stiles reopens his eyes, he's back in his and Peter's home. Theo just showed the entire town of Beacon Hills that he's not only gay, but a witch too. There's no way they're not going to kill him. But the vampire doesn't know how to save him. Theo's last wish was for Stiles to leave. Crumbling for a moment, the vampire heats the screams of the man who risked his life for Stiles' own. 

Fresh tears roll down his cheeks as he works his way through the house. Finding Peter’s will in the locked chest beside his bed- he left all of his possessions to Stiles, his "son"- and enough clothes to get him by. The vampire runs to a shop heading straight for Europe. 

Stiles lived in Romania- Peter's homeland- for two hundred years. His maker wasn't kidding about the Hales being a well known and extremely wealthy family. The second the vampire was off the boat and walked into the first inn he could find, Peter's last name was painted on the sign in big, bold, red letters. He met a woman named Talia. She knew instantly that Stiles was a vampire and took him in, explaining she was Peter’s sister. The vampire lived with them and became part of the family. Derek, her son, became Stiles' best friend. 

The two were inseparable. Worked together and hung out together. Told each other secrets. Derek was the only Hale Stiles told about Theo. The other vampire held him as he cried bloody tears for his lost love. Love he never even got to properly have. 

Then something amazing happened twenty some odd years after arriving in Romania. A family moved into town claiming to be natural healers. They opened an apothecary right next to the bookstore Talia let Stiles run. She let him keep Peter’s trust, but the younger vampire insisted on working. The family had two children that helped run the shop. Stiles was instantly entranced by their son. The young man with shoulder length black hair and skin nearly as pale as Stiles' own. 

But what got to him the most- what made the vampire cry and lock the bookstore for the day- was the man's eyes. Ocean blue that when the light plays its tricks could be mistaken for green. Theo's eyes. Stiles had laid his feelings for the warlock to rest nearly fifteen years ago. But here was this healer's son unknowingly dredging up the past. Violently ripping open scars on his heart. Then he introduced himself a week later when Stiles felt okay enough to start working again. The vampire thought a cruel trick was being played on him.

The store had been open for all of ten minutes before the bell Stiles hung above the door rang. He was at the shop alone, insisting Derek take a well deserved day off for picking up his emotional slack. Long black hair framing a chiseled jaw entered the shop with a heart stopping smile. 

“Hi,” was all the thick, melodious voice greeted.

“Good morning,” Stiles donned his work persona with ease, “can I help you find a certain book?”

His lips pulled into a smirk, “yes, I was hoping you had some books about vampires. I like horror stories.”

Stiles tried not to bristle at the request. He finds vampires' depiction by writers hideous and quite frankly insulting. “Right this way,” the vampire rounds the small counter, gesturing for the other man to follow. Stopping by a short row of books, “here we are,” Stiles says.

“Thank you,” the dark haired boy nos, looking over his options. 

“Let me know if I can help you with anything else,” Stiles tells him before trying to walk away.

But the young man’s voice stops him, “I will, thank you, Stiles.” He smiles widely.

“H-how do you know my name?”” The vampire pivots on his foot to look at the healer’s son. Unsure if he should be afraid or simply curious. Everyone knows the Hales, Stiles is one by default so someone could’ve just told him. 

“I told you I’d find you again.”

His breath gets punched out of his chest. “I-I’m sorry?” Surely Stiles misheard him or just imagined things. It’s been a few days since he’s fed, so it’s not entirely out of the realm of possibility. 

“I know I look a little different,” the other boy steps closer, forcing Stiles to back up into the stack behind him. “It’s me. Theo.”

The world stops. If Stiles wasn’t technically dead, the way his heart stopped in his chest, he would’ve died on the spot. But something in his gut turns sour, that this is some trick. “You’re not Theo,” he chokes on the words, “Theo died over twenty years ago.”

“I did,” the other boy nods. “I died saving your life knowing I’d come back to you.”

“Did Derek put you up to this?”

“Would I know that you were born in seventeen-sevety? Or that when you were six years old you nearly broke your arm falling out of the tree at my home? That your favorite color is purple?” The vampire’s eyes well without his permission, Derek didn’t know about the tree. “I promised you. I will always come back for you.”

“I missed you so much,” Stiles sobs, letting the blood flow freely.

Theo wipes them before they can stain his pale cheeks. “I missed you, too.” The warlock pulls him into a hug, finally connecting their lips. Theo found him. 

They shared a life together for just shy of twenty years until the warlock passed on. People didn’t live very long back then. Theo died with the same promise on his lips as in his first life. That he would find Stiles again.

Theo kept his word in 1864 when he was thirty. And again in 1914 when he was twenty-five. It was the longest stretch of time they got together with the advancements of modern medicine. Sixty years together. Theo died in 1974, peacefully in his sleep beside Stiles. The vampire offered in every life to turn Theo. The warlock declined, saying he might lose his power of reincarnation. That Theo could die and stay dead. While that thought did terrify the vampire, constantly watching the love of his life- his eternity- die over and over again hurt like nothing else.

But he always kept an eye out for those blue eyes. The only part of Theo that stayed the same across his new faces. 

In 1992, the Hales decided to move back to Stiles’ hometown of Beacon Hills. It has been almost twenty years and Theo hasn’t shown up yet. The vampire has learned from experience that sometimes it just takes a little longer. The warlock has to be born and grow up first. Talia said there was a reason Peter had moved there and she’d like to find out why. They built a mansion in the preserve where the family still lives to this day.

More years passed and in 2016 the blanket that covered the public’s eyes to the supernatural was lifted. Vampires, witches, werewolves, banshees, kitsunes, and so much more no longer had to hide in the shadows. Stiles wanted to show Theo this new world. The wolf they could not only love freely in, but not have to hide their nature either. Yet Theo is still nowhere to be found. 

In the year twenty-twenty-one, a whole forty-seven years since the witch last passed, Stiles was ready to give up. The only place the vampire saw those striking blue eyes were in his dreams. 

The accommodations made for vampires were weird to Stiles at first. Some places, big cities mostly, set up something of a mating run- which they did start for werewolves- in which those who didn’t mind could be chased and fed on. The blood banks that supply hospitals hold more drives to have a larger stock. And then there’s the feeding centers. Places added on to blood banks for those who prefer drinking straight from the source without the need to chase. Stiles wasn’t the biggest fan of that practice. 

The donors were willing, but it just felt weird to him since the bite can sometimes cause euphoria. It was a strange thing to want to share with someone not out of necessity. 

Until he was given basically no choice. One afternoon Stiles hadn’t eaten in a few days without realizing until one of his friends Isaac- a werewolf- told him he looked sick. The vampire went to the closest bank a few blocks from his bookstore. He stook in line patiently for a bag of o-negative. The rest taste like chalk to him. And it’s usually a good thing because that’s the universal donor so it’s usually available in abundance. Stiles just needs one bag to hold him on until he gets home.

The receptionist clacks away on her keyboard to put in his request. A frown immediately forms on her full lips, thick black eyebrows pinch together, “I’m sorry, sir. But it seems like we’re out of o-neg.” She frowns further, “there was a bad pile up on ten and they rushed our stock to Beacon Memorial. If you don’t like the others, I can see if we have a donor for you.” Her desk phone rings, “I’m sorry, I have to get this.”

He hasn’t fed on a person in five years. When everything came to light and the populace was surprisingly cool with it. It took less than six months for the changes to be made. Stiles opens his mouth to tell her it’s okay and not to worry about it.

“Yes, sir. I understand. I’ll send him to your office.” The woman- he feels rude for not asking her name- hangs up the phone with a smile. “My manager would like to apologize in person for the issue with our stock. He said he keeps a few extras of each blood type in his office in case something like this ever happened.” She smiles warmly, “it’s through the double doors at the end of the hall. You can’t miss it, but I could show you there, if you’d like.” 

“I appreciate the offer, but I’ll make it.” Stiles returns the smile, though his fangs have come forth from his hunger, “thank you…”

“Celeste.”

“Thank you, Celeste,” the vampire bows slightly. Old habits die hard. He’s two hundred and thirty years old, give him a break.

“You’re welcome!” 

Opening the double doors as instructed, Stiles follows the tan hallway to its end, finding a black door with a crystal knob. The vampire knocks, letting himself in hearing the ‘it’s open’ from the other side. 

A man with light brown hair has his back turned, signing papers on his desk. “Please,” he gestures with his pen towards the leather chair with brown legs, “take a seat, I’ll be right with you.”

Scrunching his face, I know that voice, why do I know that voice? Stiles does as told. “You know, you don’t have to share your personal-” the man starts to turn as Stiles speaks, making the vampire slow his words in wonder. “-stock with-” blue eyes lock on and Stiles forgot what he was saying to begin with. “Theo,” he breathes out.

Actual Theo! Looking the same as he did the first time Stiles lost him. Barrely sun-kissed skin, stubble on his jaw, and bangs flopping in his eyes. Those perfect blue eyes that the vampire didn’t know he’d ever see again. Not caring he could be wrong or dreaming- wouldn’t be the first time- Stiles throws himself into his arms.

It must be real and Theo, because arms are wrapping around him, holding the vampire close. Which in hindsight probably wasn’t the smartest idea because Stiles is hungry. And Theo smells so good! His fangs start to ache and the vampire has to forcibly let the warlock go. Taking several steps back.

“I’m sorry,” Stiles covers his mouth. Not once in over two hundred years of being a vampire has he ever fed on his lover. 

Smirking, he brings his hands to his shirt, “you’re hungry. Stiles, you need to feed,” Theo unbuttons the collar of his plum dress shirt. “I lied to Celeste. I don’t have blood bags in here.”

“Then why-”

“I’m o-negative, Stiles.”

That’s a very big revelation to be perfectly honest. He’s never drank Theo’s blood and yet it’s the warlock’s that appeals to him the most. Talk about irony.

“So you offer your blood to every hungry vampire when you run out?” Stiles lets a little bit of his jealousy show- just because he hadn’t fed on him doesn’t mean he wants anyone else to have done so. It’s personal. Intimate. 

Theo chuckles and shakes his head. “No, I bought this place in hopes you would show up one day.” The warlock reaches behind him to turn the computer on his desk, showing a fuzzy picture of the lobby. “I saw you on the cameras. When she offered you a donor I knew you’d turn Celeste down. Honestly, I’d have called you here even if we did have what you were looking for. But if you’re going to drink from anybody,” Theo steps closer with a slight tilt to his head. His pulse makes the vampire salivate. “It’s going to be me.”

Stiles opens his mouth, a refusal hanging on his tongue. 

“That’s not all you’re going to do either.”

“What?” The sampure looks confused. Having no clue what Theo could possibly mean by that.

The warlock gets closer still, reaching to hold Stiles’ hand in his, “you’re going to feed until you’re full. Then,” he silences Stiles’ protest, “I’m going to take you home and you’re going to turn me.” 

Shocked. Utterly fucking stunned. The vampire blinks rapidly, mouth slack in pure disbelief. “But your power. You could lose it. If you die,” Stiles takes a shaky breath, “you might not come back.”

Theo just smiles at him, “there’s a reason I look like how I did in my first life. I added to my spell so that I would look like me in the life that if you turned me, I wouldn’t die.” The warlock turns sad, “I made the clause when I didn’t find you in Romania in the nineties and got deathly ill. As I grew up, I realized it worked.” 

“So you’re telling me,” Stiles has to tear his eyes away from the tempting pulse. He slurs around his fangs, “fate decided that this is the life you won’t die if you become a vampire?” It’s really hard to focus when he can hear Theo’s heart in his ears. 

Even more so when Theo cups his cheek with one hand and pulls him by the small of his back with the other. “That’s exactly what I’m saying,” the warlock confirms. “Now,” Theo tilts his head and Stiles can see the blood flowing in his carotid, it makes him shake in a breath. “Drink from me, baby. I know you need it.”

He does. Stiles really does. He found Theo this time. And he’s willing to let Stiles turn him. If the warlock had any idea of what’s going on in the vampire’s head, he’d blush. “Theo, I love you,” Stiles presses a gentle kiss on the warlock’s throat.

A soft chuckle comes from Theo’s lips. “I love you, too.” His words cut off in a moan when Stiles’ fangs sink into the offered flesh. “Stiles,” Theo whispers, his hand coming up to tangle in the vampire’s hair. Ensuring he doesn’t move until he’s actually full. He moans again, squeezing the vampire’s hip with his free hand.

This is why Stiles got jealous that anybody might be drinking from Theo. What he meant by it being intimate. Not everyone has this reaction, but if the person being bit enjoys the idea even a little bit, it sets off pleasure receivers in their brain so they don’t feel pain. And well, Theo’s neurons are working just fine. God, Stiles hasn’t heard that sound from the warlock’s lips in so long and hopes that literally no one else has. 

And his blood? It’s honestly the most delicious thing Stiles has ever tasted. Not one in his two hundred years has the vampire ever drank blood that didn’t taste like sucking on a penny. But Theo’s tastes like food. Real food. Like the warlock main lined a steak for lunch rather than chewing it. Maybe it’s a witch thing.

If Stiles drinks much longer, he’ll turn Theo now. He swipes his tongue over the two puncture wounds on the warlock’s neck, feeling his saliva close them. “Thank you,” Stiles murmurs against the skin, biting with blunt teeth. Just to hear Theo moan again.

Delivering with no problem, the warlock breathes out a moan, “you are very welcome.” Theo fists his fingers in the vampire’s hair, pulling him back to look at each other. His blue eyes hooded and glassy, “now can I get a proper greeting?” Theo brings their lips together before he can answer. Stiles has missed his mouth!

But he knows he just drank a lot from the warlock, Theo should not be making out right now. As much as he doesn’t want to, Stiles breaks their kiss. “Theo, you should sit down for a minute.”

Cupping the vampire’s cheeks, Theo chuckles, “I had a steak for lunch, I actually feel pretty good.”

“You had a steak for lunch?” Stiles squints and the warlock nods. “I could taste it.”

“I know,” Theo cracks a shit eating grin. He knows? “I did that too. Charmed my blood to taste like my last meal. You don’t get to eat real food anymore,” the warlock shrugs, “I figured you’d like to taste it again.”

Stiles doesn’t even know what to say to that. It’s kind of really thoughtful and his heart feels warm.

“I actually did it after my first life. But you always refused to drink from me. At least you got to taste food one last time.” Theo snorts, “good thing I picked steak then.”

“Theo, you-”

“Also, how could you not tell me how good that feels?” Stiles huffs out of his nose at the warlock’s excitement. He hasn’t heard Theo’s voice in decades. “Does that go away once you’re a vampire?” Stiles is still staring with an admiring smile on his face. “What?”

Shaking his head, he says, “nothing. No, the feeling doesn’t go away. Or so I’ve heard.” Theo can’t exactly bite that hard right now. “If you meant the capability of drinking another vampire’s blood. No, not really. It doesn’t do much, but it works in a pinch.”

“So what you’re saying,” Theo walks them, holding Stiles’ hips until he’s pinned to the wall, “is that you can bite me again?” The vampire gulps and nods. “And I can bite you?” The warlock leans in to lick the pale neck, making Stiles shiver and nod again.

“Yeah,” he gasps out. Sue him, he’s a little worked up having Theo press into him. It’s been far too long. His legs fall apart for the warlock to settle between.

“Good,” Blue, glassy eyes burn into him and it hits Stiles that he never has to stop seeing them again. “I want to take you home.”

“I can work with that,” Stiles melts into the warlock. His soul mate. His everything. “Take me home.” The Hales might be his family, but even they know when Theo’s here, Stiles lives with the warlock. Theo is home to him.

Sliding his tongue in the vampire’s mouth, Theo groans before pulling away. He reaches for the top drawer of his desk, grabbing his keys. “Come on,” the warlock holds his hand out.

Taking it, Stiles entwines their fingers with a smile. The two walk hand in hand out of the building to Theo’s truck. It takes about fifteen minutes to pull up to the two story house. 

It’s nice. Warm and inviting thanks to the brown and black tones. The dark railing of the staircase with white stairs. A brick and stone fireplace in the middle of the living room. There’s pictures all over the walls and Stiles is tearing up. The first actual photograph they ever took together hangs over the fireplace. The others line the walls beside it. And the ones they took in the seventies that are wildly embarrassing are all along the staircase.

Theo follows closely behind, letting Stiles explore and find their room on his own. “Do you like it?”

“It’s perfect,” Stiles skips the first door and opens the last one on the left. The master bedroom. Their room.

Purple sheets and a black comforter cover a king sized bed with black bed posts. Warm caramel walls and carpet keep the welcoming feeling. It’s really nice. They get to stay here for the rest of their lives. For their eternity.

“Good,” Theo closes the distance, wrapping his arms around Stiles’ middle, kissing the crook of his neck. “Because I’m not letting you leave for at least three days.”

“Promise?” Stiles turns in his arms. He has nearly no limit to his stamina. Theo’s always tried to keep up. Soon enough, he’ll be able to.

“Turn me and find out,” the warlock smirks.

Fangs rip from his gums and Stiles tilts Theo’s neck. Biting into the flesh, Theo moans, grabbing the vampire’s shoulders. Drinking until the warlock’s breath is barely audible and the blood flowing into his mouth nearly stops, Stiles lets go. Digging into his own wrist, the vampire places it against Theo’s lips, letting the warlock drink until his body slumps. He carefully lays Theo on their bed, waiting for the change to run its course. 

A few hours later, Theo wakes up and Stiles’ wrist is already reopened and waiting for him. Again, it won’t do much, but it’ll be enough for now. At least until he can get Derek or Talia to bring them more. The newbie drinks his fill, licking the smeared blood from Stiles’ arm. 

“How do you feel?”

“Really fucking good,” Theo tells him with a smile full of fangs, rolling over until he’s laying on top of his maker. Pushing into Stiles’ hips with his own until he can grind their dicks together. His already hard and wanting, urging the other vampire’s to rise to the occasion. 

“Already?” Stiles grins like he hasn’t been without for forty years. “You just woke up.”

Theo nods, ducking his head into his maker’s neck, fangs grazing the skin, “I did.” He kisses the pale flesh, nipping enough for a drop of blood to come forth. “And I feel great. And I need you, Stiles,” Theo groans as their hard cocks rub together through their pants, nails digging into the other’s side. “I missed you.”

Grabbing Theo by the back of his hair, Stiles pulls them face to face, “I missed you, too.” He connects their mouths with a harsh kiss. Pouring every pent up ounce of passion and emotion of the last four decades into his lips on Theo’s. His fingers curl into the hem of the other vampire’s shirt, yanking it up to his shoulder as he rakes his nails down Theo’s back. 

With a loud, hissed moan, Theo pulls back and his eyes flicker a beautiful shade of lilac. Seems as though he’s still a warlock too. Guess that isn’t something that vampirism can take away. “Jesus,” Theo groans, yanking his shirt off and pulling at his maker’s with need. Fumbling with his fingers, the new vampire grunts, leaving the fabric to work on Stiles’ pants. Having much better luck, Theo takes his lover’s pants and boxers off in one tug of his wrists. 

Truly loving that Theo wants this as badly as he does, Stiles bites his lip and pulls his t-shirt off. Moaning and carding his fingers through the warlock’s strands as he takes Stiles’ cock in his mouth. Theo’s fangs gently graze the shaft of his way down and looks up in apology- because that has to fucking hurt- only to see his maker drop his mouth in a low, guttural moan. Stiles’ own fangs dropping from the pure pleasure coursing through him. All too quickly, Theo releases his dick, sucking the budding precum from the slit, leaving it cold. The older vampire goes to protest only to be cut off by Theo’s tongue pushing into his tight hole making him keen. 

When he can feel saliva dripping down his cheeks, a finger presses inside- fucking finally. He’s needed Theo inside of him for far too long. So much so that he doesn’t care about the burn, “more,” he pants. “Theo, please,” Stiles fists his hands in the sheets. “I can take it, please.” 

“I won’t hurt you,” he says, reaching with his free hand between the mattress, coming back with a bottle of lube. “Trust me, I need this too. I’ll go as fast as I can, okay?” Stiles nods, grinding against the finger inside him while the other vampire lubes the rest of his digits, pressing a second inside. “Fuck,” he groans, hooking his fingers and spreading, eyes locked on the way the ring of muscle just gives way to the intrusion. 

“Theo,” Stiles moans, clenching when a third joins the others, fucking him open into a needy mess. “Please,” he pushes against Theo’s thrusting hand, moaning, “I need you. I need you inside me, Theo, please.” 

Sinking his fangs into Stiles’ thigh, not daring to let a single drop stain the mole covered flesh, Theo spreads his fingers more, his free hand squirting lube onto his throbbing cock. Licking the wound that’s already healing, he grins as the scream he provoked. Seeing Theo with bloody fangs while his fingers are buried in Stiles’ ass is probably the hottest thing the older vampire has ever seen. Removing his fingers despite the greedy clench of his maker’s hole, Theo positions his dick at Stiles’ entrance, slowly inching forward.

Wanting absolutely none of that, the older vampire wraps his legs around Theo’s waist and pulls him in balls deep, moaning loudly when their skin’s flush. “Oh my god,” he mewls, stupidly happy to be so perfectly full again. Theo pants into the crook of his maker’s knee, nipping at the flesh until Stiles is adjusted. He’s so past adjusted it’s not even funny. The older vampire pushes his hips down, “Theo,” his name whispered like a fucking prayer. A vital need to be fucked out of his mind. 

But the warlock has always been one to tease. Drive Stiles mad until he’s a proper mess. So Theo pulls back to just the tip and slides forward, purposefully ignoring his prostate, only thrusting in halfway just to do it all over again. “You feel so fucking good, Stiles. Go ahead and clench all you want- fuck- I’m enjoying this too much.” He bends down to lick his maker’s chest, keeping his leisure pace, toying with Stiles like he always does. 

Yanking Theo up by his hair, the older vampire sinks his fangs into the crook of his neck making him cry out and slam his hips forward. Stiles moves up his neck, biting again and the warlock screams his moan, fucking with a purpose. Stiles’ head falls back against the pillow with a cocky smile, all too pleased with himself for making Theo lose it like that. Eyes rolling into the back of his head as he moans, Theo railing into that precious bundle of nerves like it’s made to be abused. For all Stiles cares, it is. 

Leaning up, Theo grips his hips hard, relentlessly pounding into the tight ring of muscle. “Can’t believe,” he pants as he thrusts harder, “you never bit me before. That’s what I’ve been missing?” The younger vampire chuckles, dropping his palms on the mattress to fuck into him faster. “God, I want your fangs in me all the time, Stiles.”

Despite his very hazy brain, the older vampire recognizes the beat around the bush request and bites at Theo’s wrist propped near his head. Stiles moans around the blood in his mouth, his dick twitching as heat pools in his gut. His orgasm rushing to the surface at high speed. Stiles reaches a hand between them, releasing the warlock’s wrist to stroke himself. Theo slaps his hand away to do it himself, needing to take everything that Stiles has to offer. 

Powerful thrusts and the delicious roll of Theo’s wrist has the older vampire writhing, gasping for release. Torn between seeing Theo’s face when he cums and pinching his eyes closed in pleasure, the pressure inside him reaches an explosion finally forcing his eyes shut as he cries out. Screaming through his orgasm that steals all of his breath and whitens his vision. 

Theo hums in approval above him, “I forgot how pretty you look when you cum,” he runs a finger along Stiles’ jaw. Cupping his chin, the younger vampire whispers, “so beautiful.” Theo kisses him and the older vampire bites Theo’s bottom lip. Moaning around Stiles’ mouth, his hips jerk a few more harsh thrusts before he’s spilling his release deep inside his maker. “I love you,” he huffs, resting his head on Stiles’ chest. 

“I love you too,” the older vampire runs his fingers through Theo’s hair, wrapping his free arm around the younger vampire. Stiles doesn’t mind the cum leaking out of his ass or that Theo is still hard and inside him, he just wants to relax. Enjoy the feeling of finally having Theo back and never having to say goodbye again.

[princeescaluswords]

I don’t like people who use cruelty on the people they care about to make themselves feel better or to get those people to do what they want / Then why do you like Scott “they had a reason”, “I had you before”, “I know we are going to be together”, “You were never an alpha but you were always a monster”, “You’ll heal”, “It is not self defense anymore”, “You are barely even human”, “You trusted him too”, “I healed when we were together again” McCall?

I was going to delete this as I do with most of your 'questions.’ I mean, you’ve sent me forty in the last four days.  I know pandemic quarantine is hard on all of us, but maybe you could pick up a book instead.  I don’t know, maybe one on critical thinking or developing empathy.

Because the truth is that none of those quotes were cruel.  Some were uncomfortable truths and some were insensitive for Scott to say, but that’s not cruelty.  Cruelty is the infliction of emotional or physical pain for pleasure or gain. I’ll go through each one of your examples and explain why they’re not cruel -- mostly by giving the context of which you stripped them.

“They had a reason.”

This isn’t cruelty because Scott, when he said this to Derek, wasn’t inflicting pain for pleasure or to get Derek to do something.  He was defending the Argents, the family with whom he had just had a very awkward dinner and from whom had he had stolen to help save an ungrateful Derek’s life.  Derek was insisting that Scott not trust the Argents but trust him instead -- the werewolf who had stalked him to a high-school party instead of talking to him like a normal person; who had stolen his girlfriend’s jacket and used it to lure him out in the woods; who had warned Scott that he would kill the people he loved unless Scott paid Derek for training; who had beat Scott up; and who had broke into his house, thrown him up against the wall, and threatened to kill him if he didn’t do what he had said.  

The full quote, by the way, is “Well then -- they had a reason.”  I think it’s reasonable for Scott to defend the Argents at this point, because Derek had told him just that episode that “Then think about this. The Alpha called you out against your will. He's gonna do it again. Next time you either kill with him or you get killed. So if you wanna stay alive, then you need me. Find the bullet.”   All the experiences that Scott had gone through the last four episodes revealed werewolves to be monstrous, violent, murderers.  I don’t think it’s unreasonble, when Scott is faced with repeated evidence that it is a werewolf’s nature to hurt and kill even the people he loves, that Scott might think that the Argents had a reason to kill werewolves.  I’m not arguing that it’s not insensitive, because it is, but it’s not cruel.

“I know we are going to be together.”

This one really puzzled me, and it took a lot of time to figure out why you would consider this cruel, especially when I looked at the whole dialogue from Master Plan (2x12).  

Allison: Scott, I'm trying to break up with you. 

Scott: I know. And it's okay. 

Allison: How is that okay? 

Scott: Because I can wait. 

Allison: I can't make you wait for me. I'm not going to do that. 

Scott: You don't have to. Because I know we're gonna be together. 

This isn’t cruel, and you know it.  There’s no infliction of pain. In fact, he’s comforting her for breaking up with him; it’s the opposite of inflicting pain. It’s a statement of optimism not a command.  You’re extracting it from context in order to make it seem like he’s trying to possess her, but everyone who’s watched the show knows that Scott never contacted her after that until she wrote him a note in class in Tattoo (3x01) and then she tracked him down in Chaos Rising (3x02).

But people like you have a habit of extracting things from context in order to twist their meaning, like your next example:

“I had you before.”  

You are trying to make it seem like Scott is possessive, when in fact, he’s mirroring the statement that Stiles just said in Master Plan (2x12): 

Scott: I mean no lacrosse, no popularity, no girlfriend. Nothing. 

Stiles: Dude, you still got me. 

Scott: I had you before. 

Stiles: Yeah, and you still got me. Okay? It's a life fulfilled.

Scott: Very.

Grammatically, Scott and Stiles are using the same verb only in a different tense.  And you know this.  You’re trying to spin it so that it’s Scott taking Stiles for granted, but it is Stiles who says still.   Scott is agreeing with him; he’s being agreeable.

“You were never an alpha, but you were always a monster.”

Are you serious with this example from Smoke & Mirrors (4x12)?  Peter had just been revealed as working with the woman who burned his family alive in an elaborate plan to get Scott’s own pack (including his own daughter) to kill him so Peter could safely take the alpha power by killing a 15-year-old boy, because he couldn’t get it by killing Scott himself.  He was willing to risk his family and kill innocents to get what he wanted.  That isn’t cruelty; that’s an uncomfortable truth but it was a truth none-the-less.  

The same with this scene from Status Asthmaticus (5x10): “Because you're barely even human.”

Scott was saying this to Theo, who had pretended to be Scott’s friend, manipulated his pack, and set it up so Liam, Scott’s friend and beta, had just beat him to the point of death, and that Theo was about to murder Scott.  He said this to the person who had done all that and was preparing to kill him, and you think Scott is being cruel?  Okay, Nadia Comaneci.

Let’s talk about the “You’ll heal” from Ourobos (5x08).  Because I have to repeat this, Scott was wrong to do that to Corey, but he wasn’t trying to inflict pain with those words.   Scott was half-assedly trying to comfort him, and it was wrong, but it wasn’t cruel.  Whole selection.

Corey: What the hell did you do to me? 

Scott: You'll be all right. 

Corey: There's blood. 

Scott: You'll heal.

That’s a very insensitive delivery of an unpleasant truth, but it wasn’t said with the intention to inflict more  pain.   Scott was wrong to do that, but we’re not talking about him being wrong, we’re talking about him being cruel, which he wasn’t.

And I don’t even know where you are getting the idea that “It wasn’t self-defense anymore” is coming from.  Scott isn’t 

Scott: So, you had to kill him? 

Stiles: Scott, he was going to kill my dad. 

Scott: But the way that it happened... there's a point when it's... it's not self-defense anymore! 

See how the meaning changes when you add the words around it? (It also helps to get the quote right.)  The argument is about whether Stiles had the right to kill someone.  Talking about the limits of self-defense when discussing a killing isn’t cruel, and that statement certainly wasn’t meant to cause pain.

And finally, you’re most off-the-wall egregiously weird example -- “I healed when we were together again.  When we were a pack.”  in A Credible Threat (5x17).  How in the name of Fandom BNFs is that cruel?  Are you trying to imply that he’s emotionally blackmailing them?  That’s ludicrous, because they’re already a pack again.  He doesn’t get any benefit from bringing it up.   In fact, he didn’t bring it up; Malia did and Kira confirmed it.  

Malia: I mean, I hate to bring up bad memories but Scott's still healing from what Theo did to him. 

Kira: No, he's not. 

Scott: She's right. It happened the night we got Lydia out of Eichen House. I healed. When were all together again, when we were a pack. The Beast doesn't have a pack. Not like us.

Scott didn’t bring that up to be cruel to anyone; Malia and Kira brought it up and Scott used his own wound as a way to rally the pack against La Bete Du Gevaudan.  

You know, like an alpha would.  So, my advice, as always, is to watch the show.

[stilinskishit]

Too Long (A Stiles Stilinski Fanfic) - Chapter 9

**First couple of posts have a different title but I changed it because I didn’t like it :)**

Summary: Teen Wolf with a female main character alongside Scott and Stiles? Here it is. Ramie McCall is Scott’s twin sister and best friends with both her twin and Stiles. The trio’s friendship means the world to all three of them, so what happens when there are more than friend type of feelings present?

Tags: @multi-madison​​ @purple286 @multifandxm353​ @bralessandflawless

A/N: Sorry it took so long for me to post this, I haven’t really been in the mood to write. That’s why this part was sort of short, but I’m trying to get back into the swing of things and writing more often!

MASTERLIST

Chapter 9 -  Shin

Season 2, Episodes 1 and 2

Ramie had spent most of her time since leaving the hospital, back at the hospital with Lydia. Since Lydia’s wounds were much more severe than Ramie’s she was stuck there for much longer, and Ramie didn’t want to leave her friend’s side. Any time she wasn’t with Lydia, she spent with Isaac. Ramie and Isaac hadn’t talked much about the night of formal, Ramie was still shaken up over the whole thing and Isaac didn’t push. The two were practically dating at that point, just without the label to make it official.

Things for Scott and Allison however, were not going smoothly. Allison had told Ramie that her Dad had caught her and Scott together and freaked out, threatening Scott and basically breaking the two of them up. However, the two of them were still sneaking around together. Therefore, when Lydia disappeared screaming, literally, from the hospital one night, she called Allison and told her and Scott to get to the hospital as soon as they could. Stiles, whom she had called first, was already pulling into the parking lot not long after.

“Did you get it?” He asked as Ramie hopped into the jeep. Ramie held up the hospital gown Lydia had left behind. She had been taking a shower when she took off from the hospital, and Scott requested something to catch her scent with, so they could try to track her down.

Ramie’s phone buzzed with a text from Isaac as soon as Scott pulled up. He said he needed to talk to her, asking if she was busy. She said she’d call him later, and briefly explained the Lydia situation. He told her not to worry about him.

Ramie, not worrying about it, then found herself hiding in the woods from Allison’s father, while Scott was hanging from a trap he had set. Allison’s dad, thinking Lydia had been turned by Peter, was also searching for their lost friend. However, by the next day at school, Lydia was still missing. Ramie begged Melissa to let her go looking for her friend, but Melissa insisted the police had everything covered and Ramie had to attend school. Stiles informed Ramie and Scott when they got to school that morning that someone had dug up a gravesite the previous night, and ate the liver of a body. They were convinced it was Lydia, and that she was turning into a wolf.

“It’s causing me severe mental anguish to admit this but he’s right,” Stiles whispered up to Scott during Harris’ class. Ramie narrowed her eyes from next to him.

“Who’s right?”

“Jackson,” Stiles nodded towards the boy sitting a few rows behind them, while Scott agreed. “The next time she steals an organ from someone they’re probably gonna be alive.”

“This is a pop quiz Mr. Stilinksi, not a group project,” Harris’ voice came from the front of the room. “If I hear your voice again I may be tempted to give you detention for the rest of your high school career.”

“Can you do that?” Stiles shot back, and Ramie kicked his shin under the table, begging him to shut up.

“There it is again, your voice,” Harris continued. “Triggering the only time I’ve ever wanted to strike a student repeatedly, and violently." Ramie could hear Jackson and Danny snickering behind them, and she shot them a look. Danny gave a forgiving smile but Jackson just smirked.

“I’ll see you at 3 for detention,” Harris said to Stiles. Scott turned to look at Stiles’ and Ramie rolled her eyes. “You too Mr. McCall? Ramona?”

“No sir,” Ramie said, turning back to her quiz while Scott shook his head. She heard Stiles and Scott laughing quietly.

“Ramona,” Stiles whispered teasingly, which earned him another kick to the shin.

…

Late that night after being a good friend and going to Allison’s aunt’s funeral, despite the fact that Ramie knew she was a psychotic werewolf killer, and meeting Allison’s creepy grandfather, Ramie went to Derek’s for another training session. Once Stiles had called Ramie and told her that they had found Lydia and she was safe, Ramie headed to Derek’s. They had been training regularly since they started, not long after Scott was bitten, and Ramie felt like she was really getting the hang of things.

“So, Allison’s grandfather is the new hunter in town,” Ramie panted as she threw a punch at Derek, and successfully ducked from him throwing one back. Derek nodded, attempting to grab her wrist, but Ramie twisted away, causing Derek to slip to the side. Ramie threw another punch and this one hit Derek straight in the nose, as he was distracted by someone yelling his name.

“Jesus, McCall,” Derek groaned, holding his nose. “You got me good.” Ramie opened and closed her throbbing hand as the person who was yelling to Derek came into view, and it was probably the last person Ramie expected.

“Isaac?” Ramie stepped towards the curly haired boy.

“Ramie,” he stammered. “What are you going here?”

“I might ask you the same question,” Ramie said, grabbing gauze from a table near Derek, and beginning to wrap her now bloody and definitely bruised hand.

“Isaac’s with me now,” Derek said, almost smugly.

“With you?” Ramie raised her eyebrows, looking between the two. Isaac looked at the ground. “Isaac please don’t tell me-“

“He’s my beta,” Derek cut her off. Ramie’s mouth dropped open. She looked to Isaac, who finally met her eyes.

“He offered it to me and I accepted,” Isaac explained quickly. “I know about your brother and Lydia and everything.”

“And you didn’t tell me?” Ramie stepped towards him, arms crossed over her chest.

“I tried to the other night,” he shrugged. Ramie opened her mouth to fire back, but realized he was right. He had asked to talk to her when Lydia went missing.

“While I’d love to sit here and listen to this lover’s quarrel I’d like to know why you’re here suddenly,” Derek’s voice came from behind the two of them. Ramie jumped slightly, forgetting he was there.

“It’s my Dad,” Isaac said. “I think something killed him. And I swear it wasn’t me.”

Issac explained to Derek that he was having dinner with his Dad when he got violent, throwing plates at Isaac, and Isaac took off. He explained that he had then found his Dad’s body in his car in an alleyway, and it was torn apart. Derek left almost immediately to go check out the body, leaving Isaac and Ramie alone.

“You could’ve told me you know,” Ramie said, sitting down against one of the old subway cars that were in Derek’s lair. Isaac slid down next to her. “About your Dad hitting you.”

“You have enough on your plate,” he gave her a small smile. She grabbed his hand, kissing the back of it.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” She asked after a minute. Isaac shook his head.

“Why are you here?” He changed the subject. “And why did I walk in to you punching Derek?”

“Derek’s been training me to fight,” Ramie explained. “And Scott doesn’t know, so please don’t tell him.”

“Your brother isn’t gonna be very happy when he finds that out,” Isaac smirked at her. “And he also won’t be happy to hear you’re dating me, and I’m with Derek.” “Which is why we keep that from him for as long as possible,” Ramie told him, ruffling his hair as she stood up. He followed her over to the couch, where she grabbed her backpack. “And why I need to get home before it gets too late. You sure you’re okay?”

Isaac’s bright blue eyes met hers, as he grabbed her waist. He leaned down and pressed a firm kiss to her lips.

“Promise,” he whispered, as their lips broke apart. “My Dad was horrible. I’m just gonna wait here until Derek gets back.”

“Call me if you need anything,” Ramie told him. He nodded, giving her another quick kiss before she turned, leaving him alone.

…

“When were you going to tell me that you’re dating a fucking werewolf,” Scott seethed as he caught Ramie in the halls the next day at school. “A werewolf who is now going to jail because the police think he murdered his father,” Stiles butted in, throwing his hands in the air. Ramie shushed both of them, looking around. No one seemed to notice the angry boys, but Ramie tugged them into an empty classroom, just in case, closing the door behind them.

“Oh, and Allison’s grandfather is apparently the principal now,” Stiles said as the door shut. Scott sent him a look that clearly meant to shut up. Ramie sighed.

“I only found out last night,” Ramie said, answering their questions from before and ignoring Stiles’ comment about Gerard Argent. “How did you find out?”

“I could smell him,” Scott explained. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Isaac asked me not to,” Ramie lied. Scott’s eyes narrowed at her, but he didn’t push any further. “And I heard about the police taking him.”

“They haven’t left yet,” Scott said. Stiles was surprisingly quiet.

“I called Derek,” Ramie said, before thinking. Scott’s eyes narrowed and Ramie continued before he could ask any more questions. “Tonight’s the full moon and we need to get him out before then.”

“I have detention,” Stiles said, holding up his hands and looking at the clock.

“Call us after,” Ramie told him, heading towards the door.

“Where are you going?” Scott asked, following behind her.

“To get Isaac out,” she replied, running down the hall. She could her Scott following behind her as she pushed opened the front doors of the school. Derek was parked out front.

“You’re going with him?” Scott called after her. Ramie ignored him, opening the door to Derek’s car.

“Get in,” Derek said to Scott through the open window.

“Are you serious,” Scott groaned back, pointing towards the police car that just took Isaac away. “You did that, that’s your fault.”

“I know that,” Derek admitted. “Now get in the car and help us.”

“How about I go get a lawyer, someone who actually has a chance of getting him out before tonight?” Scott stepped closer to the car.

“Not when they do a search of his house,” Derek said. Scott looked confused. “Whatever Jackson told the police, what’s in that house is way worse, trust me.”

Scott stood still for a second, near the car now. Ramie looked at him with pleading eyes. He groaned, moving down the rest of the steps and opening the car door, Ramie hopping in the back to let him in.

After showing Scott the freezer that Isaac’s dad used to lock his son in, Scott was convinced that helping Derek break Isaac out was the right move. However, he stayed behind to use said freezer to lock himself up for the full moon. Allison was meeting him there and was going to chain him in. Stiles met Derek and Ramie at the police station, the latter two getting in the jeep when they got there.

“Alright, so, the keys to all the cells are in a lockbox in my Dad’s office,” Stiles explained. “We just need to get past the front desk, and get there before the fake cop the Argent’s sent gets there.”

“Fake cop?” Ramie asked.

“Allison slowed him down, don’t worry,” Stiles shrugged it off. Ramie wanted to ask more questions but let the two of them continue.

“It’s no problem,” Derek said, going to open the door.  “I’ll distract the lady at the front desk.”

“You? You’re not going in there,” Stiles said, grabbing Derek’s arm. Derek looked between Stiles’ face and his grip on his arm. “I’m taking my hand off.”

“He was exonerated,” Ramie defended Derek from the back seat.

“He’s a person of interest,” Stiles turned towards her, sending her a glare.

“An innocent person,” Derek corrected. Ramie nodded as Stiles looked between the two of them.

“An? In-? You? Yeah, right,” Stiles stuttered, eyebrows raised. Derek deadpanned back him. “Okay, fine. What’s your plan?”

“To distract her,” Derek said again.

“By punching her in the face?”

“By talking to her,” Derek seethed at Stiles.

“Okay, how? Give me a sample, what are you gonna open with,” Stiles questioned him. Derek was quiet, glaring at Stiles. “Silence, that’s a great idea, it’ll work flawlessly, I’m sure. Any other ideas?”

“I’m thinking about punching you in the face,” Derek started.

“Let’s just go,” Ramie said to the two of them, getting out of the jeep and walking towards the building so they had no choice but to follow her.

When they got inside, Derek’s tactic of flirting with the officer at the front desk actually worked quite well, and Ramie and Stiles managed to sneak into Sheriff Stilinksi’s office.

However, once Stiles opened the lockbox, the keys were nowhere to be found.

“Shit,” Stiles muttered. “We need to go tell Derek.”

Ramie nodded, following him out the door and running straight into him in the hallway when he stopped dead in his tracks.

“Jesus Sti, what are you,” Ramie started, then trailed off as she looked up and saw what Stiles was staring at. A man in a cop’s uniform, and a broken arrow in his leg, was standing in the hallway, staring down the two of them. Before Ramie could react, the man grabbed Stiles, dragging him down the hallway. She chased after the two of them, but the man shoved her, knocking her to the ground, her head smacking the wall. She laid on the ground for a second, blinking. Her head was pounding, but she leapt up when the fire alarm started to go off, running towards where the man had dragged Stiles. She ran into the room just as Isaac appeared, pushing the man who was standing over Stiles on the ground. Issac, in wolf form, pushed the man into the wall, as Ramie grabbed Stiles, who pulled the two of them into a corner away from Isaac and the man struggling.

Issac smashed the man’s head into the wall, knocking him out, falling limp to the ground. Issac turned, growling towards Stiles and Ramie as Derek entered the room, stepping on the syringe that the man had been carrying. Issac stepped towards Ramie and Stiles, Stiles grabbing Ramie and pulling her closer, shielding her body with his. However, Derek stepped in, roaring at Isaac who then instantly cowered to the ground, turning back to human, shaking and sweating.

“How did you do that?” Stiles asked, looking between Derek and Isaac.

“I’m the alpha,” Derek explained, a smirk on his face. Issac, looking terrified, looked up at Derek, then over to Ramie.

“Ramie, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean,” he started, visibly shaking, but Derek cut him off.

“We need to get you out of here,” he grabbed Isaac’s arm, pulling him up and the two of them took off, out of the station. Stiles stood up, pulling Ramie to her feet as well.

“You really should break up with him,” Stiles told her. “He could’ve killed us.”

“And Scott could kill us too,” Ramie shot back. Stiles opened his mouth to fight back but there were footsteps behind them. Noah came into view, looking between the two of them, Issac’s empty cell, and the fake cop knocked out on the ground. He sighed, raising his eyebrows at the two of them. Stiles turned, looking too at the cell and the guy on the ground.

“Uh, he did it,” Stiles pointed at the unconscious man on the ground. Noah sighed again, and Ramie had to bite her lip from smiling at Sties’ horrible excuse.

[thehollowprince]

1/2 complete fabrications made up by fanon to make a character same more likeable or relatable or to simply usurp Scott’s role as the titular hero, the Teen Wolf // Unlike Scott Stans, Stiles & Derek fans don’t need to erase canon or rewrite our favs as a completely different characters than they are in the actual show in order to make them more likable or relatable: they already are. So much that even ur whiny, bitter, OBSESSED fav Posey keeps gushing all over Stiles and Dylan O’Brien’s acting

2/2 completely unprompted and openly admitted that he wanted to play Derek because he was jealous of Sterek/Hobrien and desperately wanted Teen Wolf fans to ship Stiles with HIS character Scott instead. So yeah: if you think that Teen Wolf fans and viewers are ‘racist’ for preferring objectively talented actors and unique fictional characters to your bland, whiny, boring, toxic, irrelevant fav Tyler Posey/Scott McCall, then Tyler Posey must be the racist of them all. 🤷🏽🤷🏽🤷🏽

I worry about you, I really do. It can't be healthy for your mind to be this obsessed with how other people view 1: a fiction character, and 2: an actor you've never met and probably will never meet.

Like, are you okay? Seriously?

Because if you actually watched the show there's no way you can write all of those things and not understand how racist your being by going out of your way to remove any kind of context just so that you can paint the brown boy as a horrible, evil person. A brown boy you later go on to describe as bland and boring. I mean, which is it? He's either evil or he's boring? I'm getting mixed signals here.

I mean, the very thought that Stiles and Derek fans don't erase canon and rewrite it to makes them look better is so laughable that I'm actually kind of nauseous. I really do wonder what fandom you interacted with, because it wasn't the Teen Wolf fandom that I saw on Tumblr.

Tyler liking Dylan's acting isn't news to anyone. They were best friends both on screen and off. Do you not support your friends?

Althoughthat does bring us to the weird part of these asks. I'm seriously confused as to where and why Hoechlin and O'Brien came into this "conversation"? I never mentioned them. But this all just goes to further prove that you seem to have this mindset that if anyone likes Scott/Posey, then obviously they must hate Stiles/O'Brien and Derek/Hoechlin. That's not how that works. I can like Tyler Posey and Scott McCall without it reflecting negatively on the other two.

You do understand that, right? Please tell me you understand that?

I actually really like Hoechlin, and since we're speaking objectively, I can say with all honesty that I don't think that O'Brien is all that and a bag of potato chips the way some of you do.

As for all your other bullshit, please supply me with links to where Posey said all this stuff about wanting to play Derek and get in on Sterek, because I don't remember anything like that happening. I remember him dissing Sterek (in a way too polite for some of you) because he got tired of being constantly harassed by fans over a crack ship.

But we've already gone round and round on that one, so well just slide right past that and address your accusations against Scott's character.

We recognize that it was extremely OOC for Scott to do so we turn to canon to try and find some reasoning behind that move within the context of the story. Otherwise, such an incident doesn’t make any sense / Scott assaulting someone out of jealousy is neither OOC nor an isolated accident, though. Canon Scott McCall repeatedly assaulted Jackson over Allison, violated a rape victim’s boundaries, bodily autonomy and consent, mind-raped Corey, used Hayden as bait against without her consent, etc...

Scott threw down with Jackson when the latter was physically/sexually assaulting Allison at the time. Or did you block that out of your mind? Yes, it was actually what's-his-name that was controlling Jackson, but Scott didn't know who it was at the time. Should he have just let Jackson-not-Jackson continue? No, because then you'd be hear telling me how Scott did nothing while his girlfriend was assaulted.

You people really are a case of "damned if you do, damned if you don't". You are fully committed to twisting anything and everything Scott ever did paint him in a negative light.

I honestly don't know which "rape victim" you're referring to, but here's a better analysis of what Scott did to Corey which is better than anything I could come up with. Full credit to @princeescaluswords

Per the Hayden thing, where was this outrage when Stiles stole a police vehicle to hold a kidnapped Jackson in? When he killed Donovan? When he illegally made copy keycards for the police station despite knowing it could cost his dad his job? The time he purposely got his father drunk so that he could find out more about a murder case that he had no right to? How about the fact that he knew Lydia's body size without ever having really talked to her before? What about him trusting Theo? What about him assaulting Scott after he had literally died?

What about Derek taking advantage of three emotionally compromised teenagers in order to build up his own strength and then pretty much abandoning them when they didn't worship him as alpha? What about him physically assaulting a bunch of teenagers more than once?

I'm not making these up. They're all there if you actually watched the show.

All of these characters have done morally questionable things throughout the course of the show to beat the bad guys, but for some reason its only the brown boy that's being held to such a ridiculously high standard.

Hmmm? I wonder why that is? 🤔

Does it explain why Scott threw Isaac? No. There is no excuse for what Scott did, but the ritual that awoke the Nemeton does offer an explanation. And see, that’s the difference between you and me, in that I understand the difference between an explanation and an excuse / Your fabricated and already debunked “the Nemeton made him do it!” crap sounds an awful lot like an excuse for Scott’s canonical shitty actions and violent behavior tbh. Even Posey said that Scott abused Isaac out of jealousy

I really don't have time to again explain to you the difference between an explanation and an excuse. I've never excused what Scott did to Isaac. It's actually one of the few times I didnt like him, which is why I looked for any reason as to explain that reaction. It's not perfect, but it is plausible.

The funniest thing about all of these to me is that you are very clearly a Sterek shipper who worships those two characters and tears down Scott in an attempt to boost them up, but in canon, Stiles and Derek were two of Scott's biggest supporters/cheerleaders. So, y'know, sleep well knowing the characters you love were big fans of a character you hate.

I mean, that's so sweet it has to be fattening.

[stickykeys633]

Changing thing up a bit @capricornsicle, that other post was becoming unwieldy.

You think you’re on a crusade to expose fandom racism and bias in Teen Wolf, but in doing so, because TW is such a specific beast, you make assumptions and add unnecessary hyperbole to your arguments. 

You’ve assumed and ran with the idea that I’m white (many do, which is strange since my icon is a black woman) and you’ve treated me a certain way because of it. But then in the same breath you’ll say there’s inherent bias against Scott McCall, a character that many people saw as white played by an actor who is white passing. 

There’s also this underlying statement that any majority of people see Scott as Latinx and automatically make it a negative thing which again, isn’t true, specifically not in Teen Wolf. 

I’ve found the antis like to take black racism experiences and try to fit Scott into that category, but even a small thing like colorism makes it so it’s not equitable. 

that’s a general statement about fans and critics alike holding characters of color up to a higher standard than white characters. It’s not everyone, it’s certainly not an attack on anyone, but it happens a lot, across various fandoms. White characters are much more often forgiven for the things they do than characters of color who do the same things.

This doesn’t happen with the frequency you think and in the Teen Wolf fandom when it does happen it is rarely if ever in regards to Scott. Other, more evident characters of color yes.. And the wild examples that the antis present are never equitable. Even when presented with context, they often have to padd it and stretch it to make it seem like some infraction has been done. What it does is seek to absolve Scott of ANY wrong doing, when really there is fault laid at both parties. 

I’ll provide a couple of examples in the moment, but the bottom like is that Stiles/Derek/Peter stans acknowledge their faults and many times love them because of it. On the show Scott was never given the chance to acknowledge his faults, the show refused to admit that he needed to grow and be redeemed of anything. This was a misstep because he became unpalatable, not as a perfect icon, but as someone whose actions didn’t hold relevant consequences. 

The Donovan Incident

Now, I disagree with some key points, but overall I think this is the most important part:

They fought, like teenagers do, especially teenagers who have gone through that kind of trauma, and then, in 5x13, they’re talking outside a gas station, and they talk and get over it,

If everyone could agree that this happened, this would be a much better place. But antis will not chalk up the experience for the contrived nonsense it was and become so enraged when people blame Scott that they can’t let it be and suddenly we’re all racists. 

Which, using racism as a tool to sooth butthurt is not okay and we see it time and time again. They take every seedling and think, “how can I add racism to this so I get my way?” which is pathetic, but also sullies the impact of real racism on the show. 

During this time Tracey was murdered, Mason was non-existent, they killed Noah and Lucas sent Kira to the desert and left her there. But being mad at Scott for intentionally misunderstanding Stiles is what’s racist? This is why antis and SDP Stans constantly bump heads. Everyone has been in a friend group where some new interloper comes in and riles things up. Usually trying to steal someone’s man, but you know there are certain things you do when that happens and Scott made ALL the wrong moves. He knew Stiles didn’t trust Theo and openly disliked him, it should have been an immediate red flag when Theo started in with Stiles violently killing someone in cold blood. Additionally, I would have LOVED if the show made the connection to Scott still being traumatized by Nogi, but again, the show made it seem like Scott was JUST FINE! and again, a disservice was made to his character. 

The point is that a not insignificant number of fans label Scott as a constant bad friend, as someone who’s always a bad influence on Stiles, and that’s really not the case.

People who label him as a constant bad friend use this as ONE example of it. I actually questioned their friendship after Motel California. I remember there were a couple of beats that made it clear they weren’t sandbox buddies, and probably met in the community little league (was it little league or soccer that they met Theo? I forget?). There have been several instances of them not being as close as they claimed. 

If Stiles can be forgiven for throwing lacrosse balls at Scott (which really fucking hurt, speaking from experience) and keying some random loner kids’ car to get him beat up because Lydia kissed him

Just a side note, Stiles was havign his fun, yes, but Scott was completely complicit in these scenes and knew 100% what was going on. Stiles was helping Scott by testing his tolerance and helping him control his heartbeat and yes they did it in bonehead teenage boy ways, but there was nothing malicious or racially motivated about it. Talk about holding characters to different levels. You’ve all made the white characters irredeemable supremacists when nothing in the canon alludes to this. 

a few antis forgive Stiles but condemn Scott. And that’s because of racial bias that makes those particular antis hold Scott to much higher standards than his white friends, which is a nice way of saying it’s racism.

Which again, is wrong in that you have absolutely no way of quantifying this for every viewer. There’s no such thing as special Scott centric racism. If someone is racist, they’re going to show it against anyone not white on the show, and that’s simply a) not the case and b) impossible to determine from the asks of one anon and some misinterpreted fic. 

Liking Scott isn’t pro-POC, no, but it is tied to racial issues in Hollywood, popular media, and fandom. Scott being Latinx (despite the fact it never comes up, he’s played by a Latinx actor and is undoubtedly TV’s favorite “ambiguously brown”) makes him connected to racial issues.

But it doesn’t, because Teen Wolf was specifically created as a world without color so coding Scott as race-neutral meant that audiences had the choice to view him that way and many did. I mean, look at the show, he has two white Italian actors playing his parents, his last name is McCall and his mother’s maiden name was Delgado which could mean anything. Jeff had a habit of casting white women with Latinx last names they got from a gracious step-father, it’s not a leap to say this was true of Melissa. This is why I refuse to give the show any representation points. Diversity sure, they’re there, but they’re not well represented and again, this neither starts nor ends with Scott McCall. 

Liking Scott is something that a lot of viewers of color end up doing

Again, not entirely true. Liking Boyd? Yes. Deaton, Morrell, Kira? Yes. Scott? Sure... the response to Scott from Latinx fans was varied in interesting ways. Some went up hard for him and while I don’t acknowledge the show’s version of Scott, I write him as half Mexican in every fic. There are some who, like you, were so excited to see someone like themselves and that’s beautiful and awesome. There were also some that started excited but then were like “oh, he’s playing a white boy” which people like to forget was VERY much a thing. There was no reason to think Scott was white and in fact when Jeff received the Alma award, it was for casting Posey and not necessarily having a Latinx character. In the beginning of Teen Wolf he was actually asked if Scott was white (the phrase they used was “All American” which...), And there were still others who hated Scott instantly and thought he was wack and did NOT see themselves in him.

So even within the Latinx community alone there were several opinions. Now spread that out to hundreds of thousands and then millions of viewers. So when you say “Liking Scott is something a lot of VOC end up doing” you’re creating a value based judgement on the idea of liking YOUR version of Scott McCall. 

Which isn’t fair and isn’t correct. 

YOU ended up liking Scott because YOU appreciated the interpretation. No one can take that away from you. But when you cast this net of racism, you’re gonna end up with a lot of things that don’t fit the term and a lot of people mad that they’re caught in your web of racial bias. 

if it’s the burden of POC to fight for representation tooth and nail, then that’s the fight I’ll be fighting.

Part of it is that sometimes I worry that if I don’t post about them, if I don’t post gifs of them and talk about them and make them be part of the teen wolf tag on this site, no one else is going to.

We talked about this with your first post. Generally I’m sympathetic, but I do take issue with your methods. Yes, I’ve seen those gif tax posts and I love the concept, but... tax is something you pay in the exchange for something that you want. I don’t see POC characters as tax and I get it’s just a clever way to name what you’re doing, but I think it makes it so negative when celebrating the POC characters should be an enjoyable and inclusive thing. 

If you feel alone, it’s because you haven’t reached out to anyone. I know a lot of creators who make content for characters of color, The problem is that when you accuse people of focusing on white characters in a show FULL of white characters and cover them with a blanket of systemic bias, you’re alienating a lot of people who don’t want the drama. 

Someone just released some ao3 stats of POC characters in Sterek fics verses TW fics as a whole and Kira was sadly underrepresented, showing up in just under 45% of fics. My answer to that isn’t to scream at Stereks about how racist they are against Asians. Instead, I wanna have a Kira appreciation event, but until I can, I make sure to write Kira into my fics because I love her. I repost gifsets with her in them, I comment and seek out people who create for her and support them and if you approach some creators, the’re happy to be amenable. I’ve left comments on fics asking for a certain character and sometimes they rightfully say no, but sometimes it’s not a problem and the change is awesome. 

I feel like the bulk of antis have an idea in their mind and don’t give anyone else a freaking chance. And then, when anything negative is said about Scott, they go awf like SEE!!?!> RACISM!!!!!! when it’s honestly not the case. The anon doesn’t represent even the minority of the majority of stereks. Tumblr doesn’t, ao3 doesn’t, twitter doesn’t. That’s why it’s so much less stressful to find out ways to insert diversity and representation rather than browbeating others to do it out of shame.  

There’s this perceived bias that worms it’s way in that simply doesn’t exist at the levels you think it does. Because not only are you assuming that people dislike the characters of color because of their color, but also that they harbor negative feelings.

But, as we’ve learned from K-pop fans, it seems white people are much more willing to enjoy and put out East Asian representation than representation of people darker than them

Kira was undoubtedly brought in to bring a more Asian audience, but again, racism isn’t a pick and choose kind of thing. People who hated Kira and love Scott do not see Scott as Latinx. And Kira has more posts by a small margin mostly because she was there and she had a family and large ties to the plot. Not because kids loves k-pop (which wasn’t even that big during her run). 

And THIS:

Boyd is stereotyped as the big, buff Black guy who’s aggressive and athletic (but almost never seen as the brains of the group, despite his intelligence,xxx and comes from a poor background and answers to an assertive white man without question

Boyd was specifically not stereotypes as aggressive and athletic, and in all fanfic is usually the one who reasons and is most level headed. He came from a poor background, but so did Isaac, and he questioned Derek and Scott. This is what I mean, while I agree that it’s your interpretation, you can’t say it’s a universal interpretation and then judge others because of it. 

The only time I care is when people specifically dislike Scott because of perceived affronts to Stiles and/or Derek, and I say “perceived” because I refer specifically to ones those specific anons and antis take completely out of context, blow out of proportion, or just make up.

Lol, again, your perception, because I can give you several canon based reasons to be upset with Scott, but of course you’ll find a way, no matter how tangential to twist it, because he’s your fave and canon is a mess. This is the freaking point. Let people have their stories. It’s not hurting you if you also add in yours. 

I do not believe it is possible for a 16-year-old to consent to a romantic and/or sexual relationship with a 24/25-year-old, but this post isn’t about that

Please don’t believe that you’re the first person to try this argument because you’re not and also Derek was at most 23 when Stiles was 17 (and to make it more interesting he was 19 in the original unaired pilot, but they aged him up so Kate wouldn’t be full on statutory rape, good times!)

https://stickylovessterek.tumblr.com/post/151831687742/sterek-is-not-pedophilia

Now you might not like it, and that’s totally fine and valid. But age has no basis in their relationship. I’m more interested in power dynamics, which is why I didn’t like Aria/Fitz on PLL or Marrish (which I could have been on board for, but this show is trash). 

with perhaps me as Stiles, you as Scott, and the anon playing Theo during his villain phase circa season 5, trying to turn two people against each other over a larger ethics debate

Well, no, clearly I’m the Stiles since I’m right (i kid, I kid), but honestly, you’re the one putting the anon in this. I’ve been ignoring their hyperbole and we’ve been telling the antis to pick and choose and be discerning with their posts. That has nothing to do with me. If we’re Scott and Stiles then it’s one of us talking and the other not listening and doing theings they’re own way and the fact that both of us have different ideas as to which is which is really part of the fun. 

But it’s not racism. 

[jadorehale]

ride or die (like the bonnie to your clyde)

Inspired by this post by @superwolflin: 

“We better get stiles going back to his apartment after the FBI class, opening the door and shouting for fucks sake Derek I’m not harbouring your fugitive ass again as Derek walks around the corner eating a bowl of cereal like what?”

“I can explain!”

Stiles took a deep calming breath as he calmly marched into his apartment and calmly slammed the door shut behind him, causing the door jamb to rattle.

“Stiles—” Derek tried again, attempting to catch hold of Stiles’ forearm as he stormed past him with a determined expression on his face.

All of the windows in Stiles’ tiny, cramped studio apartment were open, allowing much needed light and air to filter through the room. However, that all died when Stiles hastily snapped them shut and drew the curtains closed with a loud whoosh. Stiles swung past Derek again to secure every lock on his front door, taking every precaution possible to make sure they couldn’t be overheard, even though the FBI could easily breach the door if they wanted to.

He crossed his arms over his chest and turned to glare at a shirtless, guilty-looking Derek. If he wasn’t so furious, Stiles might’ve stopped to appreciate Derek’s shirtless-ness and how adorable he looked standing in his pajama bottoms, sleep-rumpled and bleary, eating a bowl of cereal. But he’d already seen enough shirtless Derek for one day from that video the FBI had caught of him running in the woods.

“What the fuck, dude!” Stiles hissed, trying to keep his voice low. “When you showed up here last night, you couldn’t have given me a heads up that you were on the run? Instead, I had to find out on the first day of my internship with the fucking FBI!”

Derek had the audacity to roll his eyes. “None of this makes sense to me either, Stiles. I know I should’ve told you, but I don’t even know what to say or where to begin. What was I gonna do? Knock on your door and say, ‘Long time no see. I’m wanted for mass murder’?”

It was pissing Stiles off just how nonchalant Derek was being about this. Last night, he’d been so excited to have Derek Hale walk back into his life. Now, he was embittered for having been misled. Especially after they’d spent the whole night talking and catching up which resulted in Stiles struggling to get himself out of bed on time for his internship the next morning.

Seeing that Derek was about to take another bite of his cereal, Stiles decided to swoop in vindictively before he could.

“Hey! I was eating that!”

“Fugitives on the run don’t get to eat Cinnamon Toast Crunch!”

Stiles was in the foulest mood while pouring the cereal down the drain in the kitchen sink. Because not only had Derek omitted the truth about the reason for his unannounced visit, but he was also making Stiles waste a whole bowl of cereal on a college budget!

“I’m sorry, Stiles,” Derek huffed and held his arms up in surrender. “Really, I am. Trust me, the last thing I wanted to do was get you involved. I know you’re putting your ass on the line for me, especially with your current career choice as a FED.”

Stiles didn’t miss the way Derek’s nose wrinkled at the word FED, and he lifted an eyebrow in  question.

“What?” Derek shrugged. “I’ve had a bad relationship with the police for most of my life! Of course, I’m not going to like cops of any kind!”

It was a good reason. Stiles wasn’t about to argue with that. Not after he’d gotten Derek arrested and accused him of killing his own sister.  

“Please don’t be mad, Stiles,” Derek pleaded with puppy-dog eyes. “If you’d just give me a chance to explain the situation as best as I can, I will. This all started when I—” “Don’t!” Stiles exclaimed and rushed to cover Derek’s mouth with his hands.  He couldn’t help but blush at the feeling of Derek’s soft lips under his palm and the burn of his scratchy, course stubble. He whispered, “It’s better for you if you don’t tell me anything right now. I don’t want to hear anything I can’t unhear, okay?”

The room remained silent when Stiles dropped his hand again. However, it was an awkward silence. Stiles chose to ignore it and walked towards his dresser, stumbling in the dim light. He tugged his constricting tie loose, unfastened his cuffs, and slid off his crisp, white dress shirt. The first day of his internship had been exciting but he was ready to slip into more comfortable clothes. He was feeling more at ease in his softest t-shirt and sweats and turned back to Derek, only to see him gazing at him with hard, assessing eyes. Yeah, the last thing he was feeling now was comfy.

He shifted nervously, chewing at his bottom lip and waiting restlessly for Derek to speak. Although, Stiles definitely didn’t expect what Derek said next.

“You don’t believe me.”

“What?!” Stiles’ eyes widened, not understanding how Derek was making these connections.   “You don’t believe me! You really think I could…that I would…” His face contorted as he fought to get the words out, glaring at Stiles with so much scorn. Like he actually believed Stiles would betray him like that. “I really thought you of all people would…Never mind. This was a bad idea. I shouldn’t have come here.”

“Wait! Wait a second!” Stiles dashed over to Derek quickly, refusing to let Derek go anywhere thinking such ridiculous things. Derek was stubborn of course, turning his head and not wanting to look at Stiles, so Stiles gripped his chin and forced him to make eye contact. “I know you, Derek. Of course, I think you’re innocent.”

Even though he wanted Derek to know that he was being earnest, it still irritated him that Derek had to listen to his heartbeat before his feathers could unruffle and his buttcheeks could unclench.

“I’m not mad at you” Stiles reiterated. “I’m mad for you!”

Stiles knew there was no way to explain why he was angry without revealing his super embarrassing unreciprocated crush on Derek. A crush he thought had ended long ago but still lingered despite having not seen Derek in years. Finding Derek outside his door last night had rekindled all sorts of emotions that Stiles had locked away. All that pinning and hope sprung forth, as did his fanciful thoughts of him and Derek actually having a romantic future. But he couldn’t think about any of that now. Not when they had this looming over them.

“I’m mad that this is happening to you again. I’m mad because you don’t deserve this. I’m so tired of this sick joke the universe keeps playing on you where you’re not allowed to be happy!”

By this point, Stiles was doing a good job of working himself, so much so that he started pacing a hole in the floor without realizing it.

“You leaving was supposed to be the end of this for you! You were supposed to be happy! That’s the whole reason I never called you when you were gone even though I missed you so much— like way more than I thought would’ve. I didn’t want to see you dragged into this bullshit again. I wanted better for you!”

Stiles was heaving after his rant. He was mortified. Absolutely mortified. He knew he’d said too much and could barely lift his eyes from the ground, not able to withstand seeing any hints of rejection from Derek’s expression. Anyone could see that Stiles’ concern for Derek was much more than a display of friendship, but one of love. Still, Stiles would do his best to downplay it by masking it with humor.  

“Besides, I wouldn’t be standing here if you were actually a mass murderer,” Stiles joked, swallowing as much of his humiliation down as possible. “If you did have a hit list, my name would probably be at the top.”

“Why?”

Stiles looked up at Derek and smirked. “Because I drive you crazy.”

“That is very true,” Derek snorted then eyed Stiles with a look that was hard to decipher. “Although, there is another thing keeping you safe.”

“What?”

“The fact that I’m in love with you.”

Hearing those words come from Derek felt like a punch in the gut. Stiles could almost imagine himself stumbling back, the metallic taste of blood in his mouth and the ringing in his ears. In their world, there’d been nothing but pain and suffering, that for Stiles, this didn’t feel any different. It was violent; the onslaught of emotion he held for Derek. Very reminiscent of all they’d been through together. And Stiles had no doubt that what Derek was telling him now was the truth.

“Can I eat my fucking breakfast now?” Derek returned to the kitchen cupboards and got out the box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch. “I was really enjoying that cereal before you barged in here and confiscated it,” he muttered under his breath, “Typical FED.”

Thankfully, Derek stopped talking shit once Stiles’ arms wrapped around his torso and hugged him from behind. Stiles wasn’t quite sure how they’d work out with Derek hating his job so much. He thunked his head against Derek’s shoulder playfully then rested it there, releasing a weighed down sigh.  

“I love you too,” he sighed again, “And I promise you, I’ll do everything in my power to clear your name.”

“I know,” Derek chuckled, lifting a hand to ruffle Stiles’ hair. “That’s exactly the reason I came.”

Stiles only squeezed him tighter, not wanting to ever let go. He knew that what they were doing was breaking the law, but he also knew that he could never let anything bad happen to Derek. So, he guessed the only thing left to do now was figure out who was Bonnie and who was Clyde.

[starcourtscream]

it’s so unpleasantly surprising that there’s still negativity toward lydia martin circulating the rpc, mainly because of her sassy attitude which would be praised if she were any other male fan favorite. the teen wolf fandom appears to need a reminder that there’s so much more to lydia than her introduction. please stop holding her down because of her s1 arc and sticking it to her instead of letting her evolve into one of the most beautifully deep characters as she has. it’s unfair and it’s just a crutch for negativity and hatred toward her. i don’t care what you ship or why you NEED an excuse to be salty, but please don’t say that lydia is mean or abusive. 1. it’s not true. 2. have you not watched the show? don’t forget how many times she’s endangered herself knowing perfectly well that banshees can’t heal to save scott, stiles, malia, parrish and even strangers like tracy because she cares so much and has the biggest heart. lydia martin is a selfless and altruistic person. self-preservation isn’t in her vocabulary. even when she was going through confusion after peter’s bite, being under his influence when he manipulated her and being abused ( yes, i clearly said ABUSED. don’t try making excuses or sweeping it under the rug. ) by her ex even after their breakup, lydia still got involved with the supernatural and tried to help in whatever way she thought she could. don’t forget the way she empathized with meredith, a capable but very fragile eichen patient ( and friend to lydia when she didn’t even realize it ) despite responsibility for countless innocent supernatural deaths. she knew meredith was being influenced by the same man who psychologically abused her into doing his bidding. she’s been through that too and didn’t mean for whatever followed to happen. she let meredith know she wasn’t a monster even after all of that. lydia ultimately showed meredith kindness by understanding instead of guilting her for what happened with the hit list --- even when her own name was on it and meredith could have had her murdered for enough money to buy a hollywood mansion. don’t forget the way she empathized with lenore, a much older banshee who was very mentally unstable and not quite all there, voluntarily living in the past out of grief for her drowned child and refusing to move on. her friends’ lives were threatened in that home and lenore became violent but lydia was still patient with her and realized why she chose to stay in canaan with a figment of her past, having conjured the ghost of ‘caleb’ and why lenore preferred to remain in that state instead of joining them and getting back in touch with reality. there was someone lydia didn’t want to live without, either. don’t forget how she was brutally beaten and tortured in eichen with a hole drilled into her skull while she was awake SANS ANESTHESIA and she was electrocuted who knows how many times but all she cared about was her friends’ chances of survival. she wanted them to be safe, even if it meant leaving her to die in there. her friends love her, so they came through for her --- and she still begged them to run and save themselves, fearing they would meet the same fate if not worse.  don’t forget her PTSD and how she was still terrified of eichen and deathly traumatized after that nightmare but bravely walked herself right back through those gates to save a life. she’s been through so much and she’s still a beautiful person who only wants to do what’s right, protect people, make sure her loved ones are okay and preserve innocent lives. don’t forget how she pushed her own emotions and feelings aside and buried them time after time throughout the entire series because everyone else’s welfare was her #1 priority. there’s so many more examples missing, but lydia martin is actually one of the most beautifully developed characters and she’s come so far. she’s allowed cheeky annotations without being condemned to hell or branded a ‘bad’ character. open your eyes and rewatch the show if you’re really that ignorant of who lydia martin is.  please don’t invalidate that or use lydia’s occasionally sassy quips as an excuse to drag her entire being and label her a ‘bitch’. lydia martin is not a ‘bitch’ at all. there’s a difference between being a little sarcastic and downright unkind, and in no way does the latter apply to lydia.

[sunjaesol]

Thoughts on 6x15 Pressure Test

- More... hunters. Great.  - THEO - He wants nothing, Theo, just seeing you dead is enough. You know what? I like Theo! Not because he’s a ood characeters, but because he’s fucked up and that’s cool to see. It’s a nice perspective to follow. He’s also a leader, but in a different way.  - Theo is smart, damn - I wonder why Liam and Malia don’t have the two circles tattood somewhere. If Satomi’s pack does it, and the Hale pack, than why isn’t the McCall pack doing it?  - “You know Scott McCall?”, I suppose he’s very famous in the supernatural world? The one and only True Alpha from this century? - Well... he’s still a psychopath.  - ah, the sheriff - Okay, yes, Theo did murder the Hunter, but how do they know so fast? And the Hunter tried to kill them so... I don’t know.  - DEATON WHAT - Oh great, visitors commit suicide. Wonderful.  - First of all, where is Deaton going? We’ve never seen this kind fo energy happening to humans. Is it the flesh, body, thingy again? Secondly, what the fuck is he wearing?  - What the fuck is happening?  - I swear to God if Teen Wolf lets Deaton die... - So, Scott probably dialed Deaton for help and Deaton probably proposed he would go as he is more experienced and... yes. Okay. A face. It’s not faceless, but perhaps it was the face of the faceless creature. And why has there been many more before Deaton that killed themselves? - lol Theo is back in jail - not smart Jiang. I love the girl her boots though.  - “Would Stiles think that?” LYDIA MARTIN THINKING OF HER MAN - Nonono the flesh faceless thing is there right? Theo heard it.  - Poor girl.  - lol Malia I’d laugh too. I don’t think though I’ve ever heard Malia actually laugh uncontrolably. It’s nice. - No one asked you to be there, Tamara.  - What in the world. A sheriff raising his hands to vigilantes.  - It’s quite interesting, this season. The Hunters think they’re not doing anything wrong, and the supernatural don’t think they’re not doing anything wrong. But at the end of the day, they both made mistakes. Supernaturals killing people for the sake of their secret, and Hunters killing supernaturals even if they didn’t do anything to them. Really, they’re just humans with an extension, and Hunters don’t seem to grasp that. No one seems to, which is odd. But, peer pressure is a thing and can make people do weird things, so I understand why everyone is opposite of them.  - If you hurt. one. single. hair. on. the. sheriff’s. head. i. will. castrate. all. of. you. and. sterelise. you. Tamara. - “DeWitte” lol is he of Dutch descent? - Why is Malia the only one feeling it? Whatever “it” is. - The pack is not even surprised to see Theo? Oh, well. - I love Malia this season. She has a wider arrange of emotions, if that makes sense. It’s her most “human” season, regarding her feelings, actions and reactions. - The girl is very logical - “There’s only a dozen of them out there, we can take them” YES LYDIA - The last of Satomi... must feel awful. Losing your family members so quickly. So, Lori did die with Brett, she just dragged herself to his body so she could die alongside him. - “I need a thing too” Teen Wolf realising Corey has no value.  - huh, Corey realising he has no value. Great.  - oh okay this is cool. It’s the last season, so go back to basics, back to where it all started, before they were mutations. Wolves.  - Why are Nolan and that guy here? Don’t they have homework to do? Or a life to live? - So small quakes is the supernatural and one devestating quake is killing everyone that comes in your path? How is that... she’s crazy. Absolutely crazy. Kate would be proud of her.  - Theo’s like “ugh FINE” - wait this is like the fist battle. It’s been a while since they actually... you know, fought. Scott hardly ever uses force because he’s against it, so it’s been a while (I think 5B) where we saw some actual action. I’m excited. And nervous.  - COME ON PARRISH - scolia look™ - Please, if Stiles could contact you through dimensions by radio you can fix that radio as well - Don’t look so surprised, Nolan. You stabbed Corey with a pen.  - aww no I liked Liam x Theo friendship in 6A. Well, Stiles hurt Scott in 5B and they’re still besties so I suppose this is just a bump in the road. - “I’m still working on my anger.” But... shouldn’t that be solved by being a werewolf? Scott lost his astma because of it. - “I’m still human” what i’ve been screaming at my screen since this season came out. They’re STILL HUMAN. They have legs and arms and eyes and a face and a brain and a consious. They learn and mke mistakes and fall in love and get their hearts broken. They’re human, just... with an extra. - A pack is a family, Nolan. Before you start going on a killing spree, do your research. - The actor of Jiang is good. Like, they have Lori who was terrible and then him who’s pretty great. He’d be a great addition to the pack tbh, I like him already. The girl hasn’t said too much.  - What is that? And how did Nolan get loose? - Oh, wolfsbane. In liquid form. - fuck okay Scott. It’s been a while since he lashed out with his eyes.     - Okay so they’re blue. They’ve killed people.  - oh I missed Deaton, always with his “We’re closed” thing - other half? and I thought the drawing was a face? Guess not.  - Who is innocent and who is not? What is good and what is bad. Scott’s moral compass is shifting and shifting and shifting... - Wait.  - Nolan is the creature? - But if Scott kills people, will he lose his red eyes or not? and will he still be a True Alpha? - wHAT THE FICK THAT FACELESS THING MAKES PEOPLE KILL THEMSELVES WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE  - nONONONONONON WOMAN DONT KILL YOURSELF - PUTAIN. Merde. Le situation est tr��s grave.  - ooooooh so the wolves and the rats - it’s all because of that thing. I get it now. (damn, it only took like five episodes for me to figure that out) - THATS IT! Throw the bodies outside and let them think it’s the two of Satomi’s pack. It’s one girl and one boy, it would work. - Scott and I think the same *feels the bromance* - oh, the other half of the drawing is in the Wild Hunt Universe. COREY IS USEFUL HALLELUJAH - Corey can draw.  - ancient shape shifter that feeds of fear so it gets more powerful. So, Nogitsune 2.0 but now without a host. They killed a Nogitsune, but that was a fox. This is just... nothing. It’s ancient, nothing they know.  - Oh, Anuk-ite. Great. My actual name resembles that quite a lot. (You heard it here first, folks, Ophelia is a pseudonym woop woop)  - “Two faces may mean two creatures” One beautiful, one ugly. I swear, if Lydia gets involved...  - But this is really interesting. It’s been a while (since 3B) since I was actually afraid and intrigued by the villain. - This is like Aiden and Ethan, morphing together. Only more violent I suppose. - OH SHIT PAPA MCCALL ENTERED THE BUILDING - Did Melissa call him?  - “We’ll go” ???? - NO SCOTT WHY DID YOU GAVE THEM AWAY FUCK FUCK FUCK - Oh... with McCall. Okay. That’s for the best I suppose - scolia and thiam are rising tonight - Wait but when did McCall find out Scott was a werewolf? Did I just forget about that or??? - cute scott smile ™ - oh my god they’re holding hands oh my god - SCOTT IS SO CUTE WHEN HE HAS A CRUSH OH MY GOD HE IS LIKE THE ADORABLE PUPPY IN THE RELATIONSHIP AND MALIA IS LIKE THE ONE WHO DOESNT LIKE PDA AND LIKE PRETENDS SHE DOESNT LIKE HIM AS MUCH AS HE DOES IM SO - - - (sorry anti’s I like them) - ah, all the supernatural are gonna leave town - oh, Mason... I’m sorry. (but tbh you’re better of without Corey but you’re in love so) - NO TIERNEY JIANG - poor Mason - ooh Corey is still here alright - Corey, realy? A smiley?  - cocky!Scott is my kink - I’m so glad Stiles isn’t here though. Mentally, it wouldn’t be good for him. 

[bewitchthequeen]

Our Problems With Teen Wolf

Note: My friend, @knightedtime, and I made this a while back and I decided to release it because the world should know our feelings XD Or something meaningful like that. So here we go.

I have nothing against the actors. I have nothing against the writers. This are just my complaints. Any hostility will be exploited.

Feel free to add your own if you’d like! Just include a line break.

Jackson Whittemore. He came off as a huge asshole even when they tried to make him sympathetic and I was indifferent to him “dying” temporarily. 

No reasons for Lydia acting shallow, vapid and pretending to be dumb while she was with Jackson. It was never addressed. Never talked about why she did that and everyone just acts like it didn’t happen. Okay.

Lydia doesn’t seem to have friends. You can claim the Pack are her friends but ??? They don’t hang out much. Like hang out like normal people their age. So I think Danny was her only real friend because he showed concern and shit and talked to her outside of mystery problem stuff. 

Theo Raeken being a Peter Hale rip off. Cause that’s what he is. And trusting him about anything is bullshit. He fucked that up. Maybe had he been developed more I’d be more understanding. Nothing against Cody Christian but Theo is just another evil dude with pretty face. At least Peter had some sort of depth.

Stydia last season

Most Stydia fans

Stydia in general

Stydia being shoved down my throat.

Season 5 in general

Kira’s “ending”. It was bullshit. There was some open ended shit so her story being over was bullshit. BULLSHIT. BULLLLSHIT. and I hope Arden Cho is doing great things after that utter bullshittery.

The loss and lack of Danny. I fucking loved him and he was just gone. Another actor mistreated on this asshole show. Well, I hope Keahu Kahuanui is doing greater things than this.

Last season is about Stiles. At least 6a. I’m sorry but in NO way should the last season of the show being about the sidekick. I don’t give a shit what or who he is. STILES SHOULD NOT HAVE BEEN THE MAIN GOAL OF 6A. I don’t give a shit about what Stiles fans and Stydia fans have to say about it. 

Scott and Stiles’ friendship is continuously on a downward spiral. Stiles has always been the dominating personality in the relationship. Check out all of season one if you don’t believe me. Scott just recently started coming into his own with being an alpha, a leader. I feel like Stiles doesn’t like that. Aside from this, I also feel like Stiles expects certain privileges with being Scott’s “best friend” but their relationship has corroded and they can’t really be “best friends” if Scott no longer trusts Stiles. And I don’t believe he does, regardless of what Jeff says.

The unrealistic relationships. Stydia. Stalia. Mainly. Because it’s kind of relationships that they just kind of pulled out of their asses and were like “meh”. Adelaide and Gage left and Stiles just needed someone. 

No explanation for what happened to Derek. Literally. I know that Tyler H. said he wasn’t coming back but the show never explained where Derek went. Yet another character that we’re suppose to just forget about.

Scott’s development from season 3 to season 5. Where is it? I mean, yes, he was kind of an asshole in season 2 when it came to Derek making more werewolves. Then it went stagnant.

The fandom/fanbase. The most vocal (I don’t want to say majority) are the Stydia people. The most vocal of the Stydia people seem to be bullying the actors and I AIN’T ABOUT THAT. Listen up, you little parasites, your show is ending due to you bitching all the time. Had it not been for that, might have gotten some more.

The shipping wars

Layden. Another rushed relationship that I don’t have the capacity to care about. Plus the “homage” to Scallison is just -.- exhausting.

Theo Raeken comes back for season 6, erasing the last thing Kira did on the show. Thanks.

Rehashing old relationship. Same as 19, but it really urked me so let’s put it up here twice.

Theo Raeken in general

Lydia and Jackson ever being a thing. It was a toxic relationship. They were both kind of hateable. Some people are just too toxic to be together. Maybe had Colton Hayes stayed the could have worked on that, but Colton deserves better so he can go ahead and do what he’s doing.

Stydia in General because it’s really cliche if you look at it. That whole popular girl gets won over by the nerd/geek is so worn out. Usually, I’m all for an underdog story, but Stiles isn’t an underdog. He’s kind of an asshole. He kind of treats everyone like garbage (even Lydia in some instances) and the two of them are usually at odds. Honestly, Stydia happening (to me) isn’t out of love, but out of Lydia paying homage to her dead best friend because Allison was the one who told Lydia to give him a chance. Make of that what you will.

Scott moving too quick. I mean… His relationships go from like 5 to 100 in a matter of episodes. It’s a bit concerning even though he’s a sweet boy. It makes me concerned for him. 

WTF HAPPENED TO LAHEY (I know he’s with Chris but wtf? No updates on him). Not even mentioned again. He doesn’t exist.

The last season being focused on Stiles when they knew beforehand that Dylan O’ Brien was going to be busy and it really should be focusing on the Titular Character given that it’s last season. (On here twice cause it’s BULLSHIT).

The way that Jeff Davis treats his actors. I’m looking at Danny’s actor and Kira’s.

Peter Hale never got a redemption arc until season 6, but Theo basically got his immediately. Theo’s redemption is bullshit at that. Using fear as a redemption tool is never successful. Scared Straight doesn’t work for murderers. If it doesn’t work for sex offenders, it’s not going to work for Theo. Sorry, not sorry.

The fact Peter is probably going to get screwed over again. Wouldn’t surprise me.

The fact that Brett and Liam would have been more believable than Layden and Brett and Liam borderline hating each other. Maybe it’s chemistry, maybe it’s the fact that Layden was so rushed. The world may never know.

There’s not any main queer relationships. I dare you to name your top three in season 6 without repeating any characters. I fucking dare you.

They bring in a Bi character and he’s not used much. *cough*BrettTalbot*cough*

I can’t be excited for season 6 because of the past seasons (mainly 5) being at least somewhat disappointing

The fact that they claimed there wasn’t room for Kira and yet they casted a bunch of people for season 6 who were new.

Not that I ship it, but They baited Sterek a lot outside of the show for views.

Scott trusts Theo more than he trusts Stiles. So much for best friends, am I right?

Stiles kinda being an ass to Scott after Scott died and expecting Scott to be everywhere at once, resulting in that one gif where Stiles attacked Scott very fucking violently. Scott is a werewolf, not a superhero.

The show focuses more on Stiles’ Trauma more than anyone else’s. Scott and Lydia dealing with the loss of Allison, a part of an episode of them crying and the occasional mention. Why did Lydia act dumb? What went on with Scott since he didn’t have a dad? How has them being what they are affected them mentally? What about Malia’s trauma? These things are merely touched upon everyone once in a while. Stiles’ trauma is probably enough to write a thesis paper on.

Having no real reason other than Allison’s death for Isaac leaving (even that relationship was WAY too fast and wasn’t love based, like, at all)

Allison and Isaac’s relationship to begin with. There’s so much with this relationship that just grates me.

Allison tried to justify torturing people who had nothing to do with her mom’s death. Like I understand, but that also made it seem like they were going to set her up as a villain in later seasons, which for her not to go that route made it pretty damn disappointing and pissed me off. (Especially when she seemingly expected Derek to be cool with her. Fun Fact: Once you start disliking someone with a passion, everything that person does pisses you off so I can’t fault Derek here).

Gerard being alive. Just… That bitch.

The fact Scott is barely ever “single” and thus making him pretty fucking unrelateable. In highschool, I only date two people, some of my friends never dated, and some of my friends dated their s.o. freshman year or earlier to senior year. Plus, we never really seen him mourn Allison much so that could be a reason.

Kira’s story arc season 5 because that was weak to the point I barely remember wtf she was doing. Basically, made her character less memorable other being “that one girl Scott dated that wasn’t Allison”

The fact that Allison died at all, when really, they could have just let her actress leave and It’s like if you look at most people who are written off the show, the majority of Females who do DIE. 

Stalia vs. Stydia. Stiles should work on his personality a bit before he should be in a relationship but whatever

Wtf happened to Lydia’s dad?

Wtf happened to Scott’s dad?

The show just gets more unrealistic and unrelatable. These kids basically have no breaks in between problems .-. In continuation to this, I’m adding the fact that this shit always happens to these kids and while it’s a tv show and everything, it’s rly unrealistic that everything happens to them.

There’s a rumor that Scott’s going to kick the bucket for the last season and I don’t like it.

Malia getting hate for dating Stiles. 

Lydia’s sudden feelings for Stiles (Fandom would claim differently, but She looks really annoyed when he talks and their “humor” sounds somewhere between “I fucking hate you” and demeaning).

Void!Stiles not being addressed much (or the results of that rather). 

Just now delving into more of Lydia’s abilities :l and they’re still pretty fucking shoddy.

Stydia getting so much fanservice. For example, the whole Stiles holding Lydia’s hand when it reasonably should have been Scott, considering they’re closer as “friends” and he can take away pain.

The Wendigo thing. Just… What the fuck man. Don’t introduce new creatures if you aren’t going to delve. Seriously.

How everything always happens in Beacon Hills (I understand the whole Nemeton drawing people there but still :l minus when they went to Mexico which can barely be counted :l)

The fact that the show treated Kira’s departure like a joke with the hashtag, but when it comes to Stiles’ Jeep, they take it seriously. You value you a character over a car. Congrats, assholes.

There’s no actual way that Stydia would work out considering the who “Try being less scared” line Stiles told Lydia while working on his Jeep (which is just one instance. This is NOT banter. This is NOT an old married couple).

Stiles is becoming more of an asshole with the more paranoid he gets which is why he shouldn’t be involved with this shit in the first place.

The whole ‘Some of us are human’ line. Like sorry, asshole. I like you most of the time, but still.  

Tbh the way Stiles used to treat Lahey. Like, motherfucker he was abused and Stiles doesn’t acknowledge that and tells him he “milking” that. Lahey has trauma, you have mommy issues. Stop valuing your trauma over everyone else’s. Your trauma is pathetic compared to most other people’s.

The way that the fandom treats Parrish when it comes to Lydia.  She’s 18 guys and not even supposed to be in high school anymore, considering she could graduate early if she wanted. When you’re 18 you can date anyone older than you without people blinking an eye. 

Kate ending up being a werejaguar where she was scratched by werewolf Peter Hale. Just the whole “the bite effects how you feel” or whatever. No. You get bit my a werewolf, you should become a werewolf. Whatever, man. I’m tired of applying logic to this show…

JD disregards his actors feelings

Fandom being Hypocrites when it comes to Posey doing something wrong, when Dylan O’Brien’s done some bad shit too. LEAVE POSEY ALONE.

We didn’t get a funeral for Allison. (But we got one for Crazy Kate -.-)

The show is more about ships than anything else. What is a story line?

The fact Allison’s mom was a bitch and Allison’s “hallucinations” show her as a bitch but she went off the deep end because of her bitchy mom was dead.

They promote Stiles so much that most people think he’s the lead main character. Before I started watching this show, I seriously thought Stiles was the main character. Imagine my surprise when Scott was the werewolf.

All their female characters are kind of shit :l or in the process of going to shit… Or they’re dead... Or gone. My feelings for Malia fluctuate, they reduced Lydia to a crying, moping mess who was willing to risk Scott’s life for Stiles Stfuckboylinski, Erica is dead, Cora is/was female Derek, Allison is dead, Kira will be remembered as “Kitsune girl who dated Scott” because their lack of using her, Hayden… wait… who is Hayden again?, Let’s not touch Krazy Kate, who’s Braedan again? Wait, where did Marin go? Oh, fuck!

Can’t say much for their male characters either at this point.

The fact that they kinda ended Kira’s story with a cliffhanger. 

How Lydia was cool with Peter and went to him for help after the whole possession and “you” thing that happened. “Yeah, I know that you were like haunting me or whatever and literally made me feel like I was losing my mind which you never really tried to make up for, but I totally and completely trust you”

Why the fuck was it necessary to kill Erica? Is that the only way this show knows how to get rid of characters?

The fact that they probably brought theo back to make Matheo a thing. He fucking shot her. If I was Malia, I’d sooner rip his head off.

People defending Stydia with “It’s only fanservice if you don’t agree with it”. No, it’s fanservice because you bitched for it and the writers want to pacify you and hope you shut up. “The Stydia moments every season is only a thing if you ship it”. Nope, it’s fanservice. Holland Roden even admitted that season 6a was fanservice. (I say all of 6a because it was Stiles centered and seemed more like fan fiction than an actual tv show).

For how old everyone was, I’m kind of shocked that Allison and Lydia were still friends after Lydia made out with Scott… Unless she never found out about that? I don’t know man.

Allison neglecting her and Lydia’s friendship and only paying attention to get help from her resulting in what happened with Peter, but no one addresses that. Which, to me, makes Allison not the best bestie.

People sending Malia and Parrish’s actors death threats over Stydia. Are you guys serious? This is why the show is garbage and this is why it’s ending and views are dropping. Kudos to Shelley Hennig and Ryan Kelley for putting up with that shit.

The fact that none of the female cast have storylines that are front and center. They all seem to be in the background more than anything. The women of this show are more like props (excluding Allison and Melissa).

Stydia fanbase freaking out over anything bad that happens to Dylan or Holland. I’m pretty sure that whole freak out of her getting pushed is enough to explain my feelings towards this.

Then antiStydia people making hashtags telling Holland to kill herself :l That’s not fair guys. It’s not Holland’s fault there’s a bunch of oversized babies shoving their ship down your throat.

The actors getting any kind of threats over a FUCKING FICTITIOUS TV SHOW! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?! ARE YOU SERIOUS?! YOU’RE DOING THIS TO A REAL PERSON OVER A FAKE FUCKING TV SHOW. YOU PEOPLE NEED TO BE ON SO MANY FUCKING DRUGS TO THINK THAT’S AT ALL ACCEPTABLE. A FAKE RELATIONSHIP SHOULDN’T BE THE CENTER OF YOUR LIVES. JESUS FUCKING CHRIST LEAVE THIS POOR PEOPLE ALONE YOU DEMENTED ASSHOLES. GO TO YOU FUCKING FAN FICTION AND JUST FUCKING STOP. JUST FUCKING STOP PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD STOP.

JD giving the stydia fandom what they want when they don’t deserve it and they’re just a bunch of a brats.

The fandom shipping the actors together when they are real people with lives. This is just a general pet peeve of mind. Stop shipping living, breathing functional people unless you’re shipping them with their significant other. Don’t get caught up in other people’s life and start living yours.

The fact that apparently JD hinted Stiles was Bi and never did anything with it? :l He’s the straightest person ever. Seriously, I have never seen anyone straighter than Stiles Stilinski. 

The Panic Attack kiss .-. I don’t wanna say it was OOC but it was a lot less Lydia like than everything else and the begin of Lydia acting less like herself like people do when they’re in an abusive relationship! (That was also the kind of panic attack that requires space too.)(Yeah -.- but oooo stydia)

The fact that the fandom was anti Malia (partially because she punched him once) but was totally cool shipping Sterek despite the fact that Derek p much assaults Stiles whenever Stiles steps out of line

Stiles also kinda treats Derek badly and Really? I don’t see why anyone would consider them to be ‘Friends’.

Lacrosse is somehow popular.  Don’t know how, but Beacon Hills seems about the same size as Fresno is and really? I don’t know how lacrosse got so popular when beacon hills has a football team and that’s the so called american sport.

Fandom is woo girl power one minute, then bitching about Malia and Kira (Lydia less than those two) as individual parts.

The fact that everyone’s character development is all over the place, basically all the time

Basically all the female characters getting slut shamed

People thinking that Stiles deserves Lydia, like she’s some sort of prize to be won. Lydia is a fucking person. Fucking chauvinists. 

Tbh the people who get the least amount of hate are more abusive? (examples?)(Jackson, Derek (though Derek’s “hate” is more the fandom sexualizing him?)) (I’ve seen them call Scott abusive and I’m like okay HOW.)

Ima just say this now, which prob ties to a lot of the actor stuff earlier, but the way the fandom treats Tyler Posey specifically like… I really just… :l (It’s frankly disgusting how they treat him.)(It really is :c) So much love in my heart for that boy. I just want to fucking hug him and make him feel better. 

The fact that they’re putting Parrish in a Freezer during season 6 when he could help.

Ik that Lydia wouldn’t do this because Lydia and Allison were “best friends” but tbh Lydia has more romantic and even more friendship chemistry with Scott than she does with Stiles (Yeah. I noticed that.)

[celestialvoid-fanfiction]

Revolution - Chapter One

“Derek,” Danny continued. “A lot of people are in the dark about what happened. Could you set the stage for us and walk us through what really happened in those precious few moments?”

“Well, first off, you have to understand that when you’re in the Games you only get one wish and it’s very costly,” Derek said calmly, his husky voice rolling through Stiles.

“It can cost your life?” Danny asked.

“It can cost more than your life,” Derek corrected.

“What do you mean?” Danny inquired, his brow furrowed with confusion. “What’s more than your life?”

“Well to murder innocent people it can cost everything that you are,” Derek explained. “So you hold onto that one wish and, that night, my one wish was to save Stiles. I should have just run off with him earlier, kept him away from everything and kept him safe.”

“But you didn’t. Why?”

You can also read it on AO3, here.

Stiles exhaled heavily as he rolled onto his side. He blinked his heavy eyes open, smiling as he met Derek’s loving gaze.

The older smiled softly, his gorgeous aventurine eyes sparkling in the warm glow of the morning light.

“Hi,” Stiles whispered.

“Hey,” Derek replied, a genuine smile lighting up his face.

The older boy reached forward and gently brushed the back of his fingers against Stiles’ mole-speckled cheek.

“You know this isn’t real, right?” Derek asked solemnly.

Stiles let out a sad sigh and nodded.

“I don’t want to wake up,” Stiles rasped.

“You have to,” Derek encouraged. “The others need you.”

“But I need you.”

Derek smiled and leant forward. He brought their lips together in a tender kiss.

Stiles sighed, melting into the familiar warmth of their kiss. He cupped Derek’s cheek, holding onto every last second of that kiss.

Derek slowly pulled away and whispered, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

From somewhere in the distance he could hear someone calling his name.

“I don’t want to wake up,” Stiles whimpered, tears welling in his eyes.

“Stiles, it’s okay.”

“No,” Stiles panicked. He pressed his forehead to Derek’s, trying to remember everything about that moment. He tried to memorise every detail of Derek: his hand face, his eyes, his hands, his touch, everything. “I don’t want to wake up.”

Derek gently caressed his cheek, bringing their lips together in a chaste kiss that lingered on Stiles’ lips.

“Everything’s going to be okay,” Derek promised. “I love you.”

 Stiles drew in a deep breath and opened his eyes.

He looked around at the somewhat familiar surroundings of the carrier.

“Hey,” a soft voice whispered, looking down at the boy with loving brown eyes.

Stiles blinked heavily, trying to clear the haze that blurred her face.

“Melissa?” he rasped.

“Hey, sweetie,” she cooed. “How do you feel?”

“Scott sedated me,” Stiles growled.

“I’m sure he did it for a good reason,” Melissa replied.

“I attacked Peter,” the boy explained, taking a moment to stop his head from spinning.

“Did you get a hit in?” Melissa asked.

Stiles shook his head.

She seemed disappointed by his answer, muttering, “I would have let you hit him at least once.”

“That’s why I like you better,” Stiles said with a smirk.

Melissa smiled back at him. “Think you can stand?”

Stiles nodded, taking the hand she offered him and rising his feet. It took him a moment to steady himself, his head aching from the glaring lights and the world spinning around him.

He looked around himself, finally taking in the surroundings.

They had landed, the engines were quiet and the ground was steady. They were in some kind of hangar, enclosed by thick metal walls that were adorned by television screens.

People bustled about the hangar, rushing to carry away a seriously injured young man, while medical staff hesitantly approaching the Mute to check his wounds.

Stiles slowly stepped out of the air craft and turned to look at Melissa.

“We’re really in Thirteen, aren’t we?” Stiles said, amazed.

Melissa didn’t get a chance to reply, Stiles’ attention was drawn towards a familiar figure that approached them. The man had a familiar face: a strong jaw, dark eyes and short but thick brown hair, dashing good looks that his son had inherited.

“Stiles,” the man greeted with an obnoxious grin. “It’s nice to see you again.”

Stiles froze.

His blood boiled in his veins, his jaw tightening as he took a few steps forward.

Rafael’s grin widened as he said, “Welcome to District Thirteen.”

Stiles’ rage boiled over. He clenched his fist and slammed it into Rafe’s jaw, knocking him to the ground.

“Stiles!” Melissa squealed, but the boy didn’t react.

He pounced on Rafe and pinned the man to the ground, punching him over and over again. He heaved in rugged breaths as his rigid knuckles hit the man’s jaw hard enough that Rafe spewed blood across the hangar floor. He could feel his hands burn with pain, bruises were sure to appear later, but he didn’t care.

He let out a broken cry as strong arms pulled him back. He kicked and flailed about like a child throwing a tantrum, screaming at the top of his lungs.

Among the sound of his wailing, his incoherent obscenities and his violent sobs, he heard Melissa instruct Scott to carry Stiles downstairs.

Scott nodded and dragged Stiles into the elevator. He waited until the doors were closed before setting Stiles down on his feet.

Stiles sank to his knees and let out a heart-breaking scream. Hot tears streaked his cheeks as he thumped his fist against the floor of the elevator.

After a minute the boy began to settle.

“I’m sorry,” Scott whispered.

Stiles didn’t say anything. He drew in deep breaths and tried to compose himself as he dragged his hands down his face to clear away the tears.

“I tried to get them to go back for Derek, but he was the first one the Capitol pulled out of the arena,” Scott told him. “I’m sorry… I let you down.”

“You didn’t,” Stiles rasped, slowly rising to his feet. He looked at his friend, noticing how the dark depths of Scott’s eyes swirled with pain. Stiles stepped forward and rested a reassuring hand on his friend’s shoulder. “You have never let me down.”

Scott tried to smile, but it failed him. He stepped forward and pulled Stiles into his arms.

Stiles buried is face in the curve of his friend’s neck. His tears soaked into the fabric of Scott’s grey jumpsuit.

“And sorry I sedated you,” Scott muttered.

Stiles couldn’t help but chuckle.

“You couldn’t even let me hit Peter once?” Stiles asked.

Scott smothered his laugh. “No, sorry.”

“How are you doing?” Stiles asked.

“What do you mean?” Scott inquired, frowning slightly with confusion.

“Your dad just came back from the dead,” Stiles pointed out.

Scott smiled weakly. “He stop being my dad a long time ago.”

Scott was quiet for a moment.

“He left,” Scott explained. “The mine collapsed and he climbed down the tunnels until he could dig his way out and then he left. He made us think he was dead all this time.”

“I’m sorry,” Stiles whispered.

“It doesn’t matter. Mum, you, your dad, Chris and Isaac, you are my family. And we’re better off without him,” Scott replied.

The elevator hummed as it slowed to a halt.

The door rattled loudly as they stepped out onto the level.

A young woman met them at the elevator, her face full of worry.

“It’s Isaac,” she started.

“Again?” Scott said in disbelief.

She nodded.

Scott sighed and led the way towards the entrance hatch to a ventilation shaft.

“What’s going on?” Stiles asked.

“Isaac hasn’t had the best time adjusting to the change,” Scott explained. “He keeps hiding in the vents.”

Scott stopped before the vent entrance and called to the younger boy, “Isaac?”

“Go away!” Isaac cried.

“Isaac, come out of there, buddy,” Scott encouraged.

“No!” the boy shrieked. “Go away.”

“Isaac, you know it’s dangerous in there. Come on.”

“No!”

“For crying out loud,” Stiles muttered. He stepped forward and hoisted himself into the vent. He crawled down through the confined space until he found the young boy huddled in the darkness.

“Hey, buddy,” Stiles whispered.

“Stiles?” Isaac muttered.

“What are you doing in here?” Stiles asked.

“It’s quiet,” Isaac whispered. “I like it when it’s quiet.”

“So do I,” Stiles agreed. “But it’s dangerous in here and the last thing I want is for you to get hurt. So why don’t we go back to our room and sit there?”

“Okay,” Isaac agreed.

Stiles led the way out of the vent, the thick aluminium plating letting out an echoing boom as it buckled beneath their weight. Stiles climbed out onto the solid concrete platform of that level and reached back for Isaac. He helped the boy climb out of the vent and held him close as Scott led them back to their room.

Stiles hadn’t been cleared from the medical bay yet, but his priority was Isaac.

He guided the boy into the dull quarters.

The thick metal plating of the walls were a stark white, the confined space was smaller than their old bedroom in District Twelve. In the room sat two bunk beds with thick metal frames, military grade and regulated. Thin mattresses, rough sheets and blankets that looked starchy and brown, like hessian bags, were fitted into the frames. Beside the door was a wardrobe fitted into the small alcove, holding only a few dull grey jumpsuits and matching black boots. Scott had managed to grab his jacket and Isaac’s and kept them hidden in the back of the wardrobe.

Stiles glanced over his shoulder at Scott, his face twisted into an expression of distaste.

Scott nodded.

Isaac sat down on the lower bunk and looked up at Stiles.

“This is my bunk,” Isaac explained, patting at his mattress and waiting for Stiles to sit next to him before continuing, “Scott sleeps up there unless I have a nightmare, then he sleeps with me. And there’s a bunk free for you to move in with us.”

“Mum has to clear him from the hospital first,” Scott said softly, sitting down across from them.

“Speaking of which, who else made it out?” Stiles asked. “I was in the carrier with the Mute but I didn’t see anyone else.”

“We got Corey out,” Scott told him. “He was paralysed and was rushed straight to the infirmary in a critical condition.”

“Marin?” Stiles asked, his voice full of hope and fear.

Scott looked down at his feet and shook his head. “She didn’t make it.”

There was a thundering crash outside, followed by pained cries and the stampede of heavy leather boots.

“Isaac, stay here,” Stiles instructed as he rose from the bed, listening to the chaos of noise as he crept towards the door.

Scott followed him, stepping out into the hallway and looking up at the platforms above them.

“That’s coming from the medical bay,” Scott announced.

“Come on,” Stiles encouraged, patting Scott’s shoulder as he sprinted towards the flight of stairs. They pounced up the steps and ran towards the infirmary.

A crowd was gathered in the room, watching on like it was some kind of amusing spectacle.

“Get back!” a familiar voice howled.

“Corey,” Stiles called. He pushed forward, elbowing his way through the crowd.

When he reached the front he caught sight of the boy. His dark chocolate eyes were wide with fear as they darted back and forth across the faces in the crowd. His hands were trembling violently while he brandished the gleaming silver scalpel like a dagger.

“Corey,” Melissa called, her voice soft and calming as she stepped forward slightly so that he could see her. “Put down the knife, sweetie. We’re here to help you.”

“I don’t know you,” Corey argued, pointing the knife at her.

“But you do know me,” Stiles said, stepping forward.

Corey spun around, glaring at Stiles as he pointed the blade at the boy.

“Stiles, stay back,” Melissa instructed.

“It’s okay,” Stiles assured her.

Corey’s hands shook but his grip didn’t weaken on the blade.

“I don’t want to fight you, Corey,” Stiles said calmly. “But I will if I have to.”

“Where are we?” Corey asked.

“District Thirteen,” Stiles answered, stepping aside slightly as he reached for an IV stand. He carefully pulled it free of its base and slid the hooks off of the top, leaving only the pole. He stepped back into the centre of the room.

Corey looked confused. “How did we get here?”

“Corey,” Melissa whispered, stepping forward. “We can explain everything, but you need to stay calm.”

Corey kept the scalpel focused on Stiles whilst his glare darted between the boy and Melissa. His shoulders heaved up and down with heavy breaths.

Melissa took another step forward, her hands raised in surrender.

“Why don’t you put the scalpel down and we’ll have a proper talk, okay?” she bargained.

“How do I know I can trust you?” Corey asked.

“Because I do,” Stiles answered for her. “She’s family.”

Melissa took another step forward.

Corey lunged forward.

Melissa gasped as the blade of the scalpel tore through the palm of her hand

Stiles leapt into action. He slammed the pole against Corey’s wrist, making the boy cry out in pain and drop the blade.

Stiles span his spear around, smacking the side of the boy’s face with the side of his pole, stunning him just long enough for Stiles to spin the pole around again and knock Corey’s feet out from beneath him.

Corey fell to the ground, his frail limbs flailing about as he scrambled to his feet.

Stiles dropped the pole and sprinted forward. He hooked his arm beneath Corey’s and jerked it back. He grabbed the front of Corey’s shirt and hurled him across the room.

Corey hit the wall with a solid thud, falling to the ground with a pained whimper.

He pushed himself up onto his elbows, looking across the room to where Stiles stood, glaring down at him.

“Melissa?” Stiles called, glancing over his shoulder for a second.

Scott was by her side, wrapping a bandage around the palm of her hand.

“I’m okay,” she said softly. “It’s just a small cut.”

Stiles looked back down at Corey.

“Show’s over,” he shouted at the gathering crowd. “Get back to work.”

One by one the people began to leave, the crowd dissipating as Stiles stepped over to Corey’s side.

“If I help you up, you have to promise to stay calm and let us explain everything. Deal?” Stiles asked.

Corey nodded.

Stiles stretched his arm out, offering his hand to the boy. Corey reached up and let Stiles help him to his feet. He walked the boy over to his bed and sat down with him, offering him a glass of water.

Corey glanced up at Melissa.

“I’m sorry,” he rasped.

“It’s okay,” Melissa assured him. “Can I look at your arm?”

Corey frowned in confusion. He opened his mouth to ask her what she meant, but when he glanced down at his arm his words failed him. His thoughts were washed away as his eyes caught sight of the thick bandage wrapped around his forearm. Swirls of brown and red seeped through the cotton dressing. The smell of iron and copper burnt at his nostrils as he panicked.

He was still confused and panicked but willingly surrendered his arm to Melissa.

“I’s okay,” Stiles assured him.

“The lightning fried your tracking device,” Scott explained, standing by Melissa and ready to act if Corey snapped again. “I didn’t want to risk the chip causing any damage so I had to cut it out once we got you out of the arena.”

“Marin did the same to me, only with less precision and more pain,” Stiles told him.

Corey still looked panicked.

“This is Scott,” Stiles introduced. “My best friend and our saviour. He’s one of the four people that got us out of that arena. And you have nothing to worry about,” he assured the younger boy. “Scott knows what he’s doing. Melissa taught him everything.”

Corey nodded, still stunned.

“So, we’re really in Thirteen?” Corey croaked.

Stiles nodded.

“Long story short: the surface was bombed but the bunkers beneath were safe. Everyone moved below ground and that’s how they survived,” Scott explained.

“But aren’t you from Twelve?” Corey asked.

“Yeah, we are,” Scott confirmed. “But Twelve was bombed. We had to run and ended up here.”

Corey bowed his head and whispered, “I’m sorry.”

Scott offered him a kind smile.

Corey looked at Stiles. “Who else made it out?”

“You, me and the Mute,” Stiles answered.

“What about Mason?” Corey asked, panicked. “What about Derek?”

“They’re alive,” Stiles assured him. He felt his gut churn as he decided to relay the whole truth. “They’re in the Capitol.”

“We tried to get them out,” Scott muttered. “But the Capitol got to them before we could.”

“We have to get them back,” Corey whimpered.

“Corey, look at me,” Stiles instructed.

The boy turned his head, his dark eyes full of fear and worry as he met Stiles’ gaze. He quickly looked away again, bowing his head.

“I wanted to go back for Derek,” Corey mumbled, fidgeting nervously as he sat on the edge of the hospital bed. “He chased after the Desert Wolf and tried to keep her away from you… I wanted to go after him, but then the lightning hit and I couldn’t move.”

“Corey,” Stiles whispered. “It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not,” the boy argued quietly, painful tears welling in his eyes. “Because now they have Derek. And they have Mason too. They’re… they’re in the Capitol… they both are. I wish he was dead. I wish they were both dead and we were too.”

Stiles opened his mouth to argue, hot tears of rage brewing in his eyes, but he couldn’t.

Corey had a point: if they were dead, they’d be safe.

“That doesn’t matter now. They’re alive,” Stiles repeated. “The Capitol can’t kill them; they won’t risk them becoming martyrs and encouraging the rebellion.”

Stiles glanced down at his hand, his eyes focused on the gleaming silver band that was coiled around his finger. It shone brilliantly as it caught the light.

His voice was quiet but firm as he whispered, “We’re going to get them back.”

[princeescaluswords]

Empathy, Intelligence, and Judgment

I wanted to add to this wonderful post by @bigskydreaming​ based on a question by @russianspacegeckosexparty​ about how Dick Grayson and Scott McCall are treated by their respective fandoms (and I suspect that it can be applied to many other characters across media, especially minority characters) and I was struck by a recurring theme, in addition to the racism.

Fandoms (and I would argue, audiences as a whole) expect characters who are empathetic caregivers to only be empathetic caregivers.  They have internalized the idea that only people who ‘don’t understand how the world works’ could practice universal empathy and care.   Thus, if a character cares about everyone to some extent, they have to be stupid.   (I call this the “John Coffey Effect,” but I won’t go into greater detail because it ties back to a weird popular twisting of my religion, but I think you’ll catch my drift without me explaining it.)

Thus, Dick Grayson and Scott McCall can’t be as smart as say Jason Todd or Sidekick Who Shall Not Be Named because they care too much.  If they were smart, they would save their empathy for the people who most sincerely deserve it, i.e. badly behaving white men to whom the fandom is attracted. 

While at the same time, and it is a paradox with which fandom is entirely comfortable, when characters like Dick Grayson and Scott McCall hold someone accountable for their actions, like Dick distancing himself from Bruce or Scott refusing to even consider submitting to Derek, it becomes rank hypocrisy.  How can they claim their position as empathetic caregivers if the amount of empathy and care they give to others is dependent on their evaluation of another’s actions?   

Now,  I haven’t read the Ric Grayson storyline, but I’m pretty sure I know how that song goes.   When Ric’s amnesia limits his empathy for these people trying to push their way into his life (when he’s the one who has gone through an incredible physical and mental ordeal), it’s portrayed as a flaw which he must overcome and the fandom treats it as a betrayal of his relationships.  How dare he put himself first while recovering from a near-death experience and the accompanying mental trauma?  

The same happened on Teen Wolf.  The production presented it as a failure in leadership for Scott to actually believe that Stiles could very much kill someone to protect his father, when there were 68 episodes suggesting that Stiles would be comfortable with killing someone, with Stiles lying, and with Stiles engaging in violent actions to protect his father.  (At the same time having refused to distrust Theo, who has proven his good intentions by helping save every member of the pack, against Stiles’s accusation based solely on a gut feeling.)  

But the production’s punishment was small taters compared to fandom’s wrath.  He was judgmental and a bad friend because of this, just as he was stubborn for not following a man who broke into his bedroom and threatened to kill him and foolish for not letting sixteen-year-olds led by a dumbass to execute his classmates based on a hunch.  These same people hold it against him because he imprisoned Peter in a questionable mental institution after he figured out that he helped Kate transform him into a mindless berserker and because he didn’t rush forward to stop Theo, a person who murdered him, from being dragged to hell by his sister whom Theo also helped murder.  He was the only one who stepped forward, but that’s not enough.

At the end of the Green Mile, John Coffey is confronted by one of the prison guards who is in charge of executing him for a crime he didn’t commit.  The guard (wonderfully played by Tom Hanks) complains about how he didn’t know how he was going to live with himself for executing an innocent person, and John Coffey forgives him and tells him it’s okay.  The scene is excruciating in its trite moralizing, but that’s the type of behavior that the audience wants from empathetic caregivers, especially minority empathetic caregivers, to emulate.   

I still like the ending, because it implies that the guard is punished for this decision by God or the universe or what-have-you by living long enough to see everyone he loves die while he lingers on.

If the minority character doesn’t, if they have limits, if they reject the selfishness of others, they’re hypocritical judgmental assholes.  See how that works?