#so stiles can use herbs and such to speed up his healing

[jade-bright]

Derek, texting: Hey Mom, is it cool if I go to a party tonight?

Talia, texting: Will you be drinking?

Derek: No?

Talia: Will you be doing drugs?

Derek: No...

Talia: Will you be having sex?

Derek: Maybe?

Talia: Then why are you going? Wait, better question, where are you actually going?! And who is really texting me?

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Stiles, turning to Derek while holding Derek's phone: Kochanie! She's on to you, what do you want me to say?

Derek, fighting an omega he was told to stay away from: Just tell her we're fucking and that I'll get back to her!

[lacrossepapi]

Regrowth

Thanks again to our wonderful mods at @steterweek  for putting all of this together! 

Day two: Mating Bite or AND Magical Stiles

Ao3: Link

“What’s wrong little guy?” Stiles cooed at the wilting rose bush.

“It’s been on the edge of death for weeks. Please tell me you can save it!” Mrs. Jones pleaded behind him.

“I can help you, but it’s going to have to wait for the waning gibbous moon in two days.” Before Stiles could continue his explanation Mrs. Jones threw herself into his chest.

“Mrs.Jones, I’m happy to be of assistance, but we need to figure out why someone has been wanting your roses dead so that I don’t have to cleanse them every month.” Stiles laughed pleasantly as he gently removed the elderly lady from his body and said, “Not that I wouldn’t like to see you that often.”

He sent her a wink for extra measure.

Mrs.Jones giggled, “Oh you little minx! You’re too sweet to this old lady.”, her smile dropped as she thought for a moment, “I bet it’s that darn Peggy Clifton down the street! My rose bush beat hers for Most Vibrant Bloom and she’s been down right hateful since!”

“I think you should go over and see if a nice homemade pie might soothe her ire. Compliment her hydrangeas or something. Make her regret being so rude to such a nice young lady,” another wink, “and maybe she’ll stop killing your roses.” Stiles knew he was flirting with this woman, but old ladies always had the prettiest flora and if he could get in her good graces long term he might be able to spend time in her lovely garden surrounded by her happy plants.

“Yes my sweet I think that’s exactly what I’ll do! Like my nana always said ‘Kill them with kindness and if that don’t work a good stabbing will!’ Hopefully I won’t need to get out ol’ Richard.” Mrs.Jones let out a pretty laugh when she saw Stiles’ face.

“Nana named that knife after her first husband, you know they never did figure out where he ran off to.” Mrs.Jones sent him a wink of her own before linking elbows with Stiles and bringing him inside.

Three days later, under the gibbous moon Stiles said a quick incantation to bless the small cloth bag he’d put: clove, wormwood, holly, motherwort, lavender, and vervain in for purification, healing, and protection. Unless Mrs.Clifton decided to get really nasty Mrs.Jones’ roses were going to be perfectly healthy.

Mrs.Jones had sent him off with a pan of brownies and a teary hug goodbye. He really did adore the sweet older ladies in Beacon Hills. They always had such happy plants, and were always willing to have a chat.

The light of the large gibbous moon lit his way through the preserve, a path he’d taken so often he could walk it backwards and with his eyes closed.

Tonight something was different Something was calling him.

Stiles pulled his hoodie tighter around himself. The hair on the back of his neck started to stand as he went deeper into the relative darkness of the forest. The tugging sensation was getting stronger the further he went, but this was his quickest way home and Stiles wasn’t going to show weakness by turning around. The air around him danced quickly across his chilled skin leaving the impression of little feet racing down his spine. He tried to block out the smell of wet decay as he moved quickly down the path. The tugging sensation was strongest as he approached the trail to the old root cellar his mom used to go to. His steps sounded hurried and panicked even to his own ears as he raced out of the forest and into the orange glow of the streetlights.

-

Stiles avoided the path through the preserve until the day of the dark moon. He’d told his father where he was going to be for the night in case anything happened and headed out into the forest before the sun had fully set. Stiles wasn’t a fan of being caught out in the dark again, but tonight would be a good night for divination and he wanted to find out if the thing calling him that night had malicious intent or did genuinely need his help.

He downed the last of his rosemary tea, which he’d brewed specifically for courage, and stepped onto the path to the old root cellar he’d only ever heard stories about. Stiles immediately started hearing cries in the wind. Something was out here hurting, maybe even dying; unless he was being baited into a trap. He pulled his favorite hoodie tighter around himself, the red color soothing in its familiarity, not to fight the chill but to fight his sense of dread as he searched through the ever dimming light of the setting sun. His mother had told him that sitting in the root cellar that resided underneath a great elder tree would help him focus his energy, but he still hadn’t seen any trees he would describe as “great” or one of the elder trees.

When he finally did find the doors to the root cellar they were not at the base of a great elder tree, but at the base of the largest stump Stiles had ever seen. The soft cries on the wind had grown louder with each step towards that massive stump, but with the rosemary running through him and his belief in himself strong Stiles persisted. The wind whipped through the trees as if a tornado was only seconds away or perhaps already upon him. The branches of trees groaned under the pressure, the animals silent save for the screams. The entire forest was telling him to run, and yet Stiles still felt the tugging of a life in pain seeking help. Stiles whispered a quick prayer to Medeina, the slavic she-wolf goddess of the forest and its creatures, in hopes that she’d see that he was only here to help a tree under her protection.

Stiles moved away from the doors to the cellar and closer to the stump. Stiles could feel the ley lines that intersect in the base of the tree, which explained why his mother would come here for divination and other magics that needed extra power. There were two large wounds on the tree’s interior. The first was connected to the northern line that headed out of Beacon Hills, and was a massive dark ink blot like stain. The second, smaller but still significantly sized injury to the great tree was a large burn mark that was connected to the eastern line and if Stiles remembered correctly it continued through the preserve, past the old Hale house, and exited the town through the main road.

“Note to self: Check out where the ley lines run through town” Stiles mumbled, knowing he’d remember because he spoke it out loud and his need to know everything often helped him remember things like this.

Stiles raised the velvet sack of herbs in his pocket up to his lips for good luck before stepping up to the closest wound and lifting his empty hand over the burned scar to divine its origin.

Wolves howling in pain

Cackling laughter

Muffled screams

Human blood spilled

Vengeance

Balance

He stepped back and shook the phantom pain from his hand. This injury was old and while not forgotten it was obviously healed over. The great tree had made peace with what had caused this wound, had found balance with the events that surrounded the burn. Stiles vaguely remembered the arson case his father had worked on six years ago. There’d been six deaths and three survivors. Stiles remembered something about an uncle getting custody of the two Hale kids he went to school with even though the uncle was young. Stiles remembers thinking about how lonely and distraught his classmate and her brother must have been, the death of his mother fresh in his ten year old mind. Stiles shook off the heavy emotions of both the tree’s and his own remembered pain as he took a moment to catch his breath.

Stiles clutched his spell bag as he slowly walked toward the massive ink stain in an effort to keep his nerves from over taking him. He sent a quiet prayer to Gulbis the guardian angel and protector of human spirits, hopefully if something did go wrong tonight he’d get to see his father one more time.

Stiles sensed the presence of a lurking were just as he took one more calming breath and finally put his hand over the wound.

War

Death

Chaos

Destruction

Human blood spilled

Supernatural blood spilled

Stiles broke the connection, stumbling back with from the strength of the pull he now felt from the tree. He drew in quick shuddering breaths as he tried to further himself from the stain. He scrambled across the leaf covered ground before emotions exploded from the tree.

HATE

JOY

CHAOS

GLEE

STRIFE

Stiles was hyperventilating. He couldn’t breathe with the speed of his thoughts and it was causing his chest to contract, his vision going blurry. His world was closing in on him and he knew he was on the edge of blacking out; his brain kept reminding him that whatever was sealed in the tree was going to get him if he passed out, but he couldn’t fight the increasing panic.

A wet nose shocked him out of his thoughts and brought him gasping back into the world. A wolf was gently prodding him in the side as if trying to get him further away from the demon trapped in the great elder tree. That’s what it is, what it has to be; a demon. How was Stiles gonna defeat a demon?

The wolf whined efficiently stopping him from panicking again. The wolf was right, Stiles needed to get the hell out of there. He scrambled to his feet and grabbed a hold of the wolf’s fur so that it could lead him down the now pitch dark path. Stiles took a soothing breath as he blindly followed the wolf in the darkness before closing his eyes to focus his energy. He gripped his divination spell bag once as he slowly opened his eyes to a dark world exploding with color. The dark moon was so good for soul searching and divination that Stiles could see the auras of every living creature around, including the wolf he was following.

The wolf’s aura was intriguing to watch. The shades of yellow mixing with shades of blue and gold; lemon swirling around navy, gold intertwining with cerulean, pale yellow twisting through burnt amber. Stiles watched as the colors danced and began drawing his conclusions about his mysterious savior. His wolf was intelligent, creative, driven, but the specific mix of shades is what caught Stiles’ attention. He looked at where his aura met the wolf’s and noticed how similar they were. Medeina had sent him a savior who suited Stiles’ own personality and soul.

Stiles sent her a prayer of thanks before releasing his view of the spirits around him. He was immediately surrounded by darkness again, his only grip on the world around him was the soft fur under his palm and the sound of his stumbling footsteps. Once the wolf had guided him out of the preserve Stiles collapsed onto the sidewalk in relief and closed his eyes while he focused on his breathing.

Stiles heard his companion huff a mocking breath.

“If you were in my place you’d be relieved too you ass.” Stiles said with his middle finger in the direction he thought the werewolf was.

After a few moments of silence he looked around only to find out he was now alone.

-

Stiles had gone to the cafe next to the herbal shop he frequented to to read over the new banishing books he’d just bought. Unfortunately for him the cafe was busy and he kept being distracted by the bells that twinkled every few seconds as a customer opened the door. Being constantly distracted in a warm room with good lighting and just the right amount of anxiety to keep him awake was definitely better than reading alone in his apartment where he’d either go on a random research binge or would accidently fall asleep.

He glanced up as the bells twinkled and made instant eye contact with a gorgeous older man with blazing blue eyes and a charming half smile. Stiles was practically panting despite the knee-jerk reaction of awkwardly looking back down at his coffee when he realized they were holding eye contact for an unusually long amount of time.

“Way to go you useless twink. How are you ever supposed to get someone to actually date your bi ass if you panic after making eye contact with a fine ass man you don’t even know?” Stiles whispered to himself kicking himself for his lack of confidence.

Stiles’ head shot up when he heard a soft rumbling laugh from the direction of the register. The man was laughing, but was still alone in the line. Stiles’ life was ruined. He was a deadman.

“You’re a were aren’t you?” He whispered testing out his theory, this time watching the man for his reaction.

The man nodded and flashed him a dazzling, yet cocky smile that just so happened to also have a bit of fang to it.  

Stiles knew his face was bright red as he stared into that self-assured beauty and remember the embarrassing way he’d responded to the man he had yet to actually say a formal word to. He dropped his head to the table with a dull thud and sent a quick prayer to Pilvytė for luck and focused his energy. When he lifted his head he could see the auras of the people around him, but not as vibrant as a couple weeks ago when he’d seen the whole forest alight with the colors of every living creature’s aura. He needed to make sure the mystery man didn’t have nefarious intentions as he approached Stiles’ table, but was shocked to not only find him pure of intent but also find out he was the wolf that had saved him.

Wasn’t that interesting?

“May I join you?” The man asked, his eyes twinkling with the secret upperhand he thought he had.

Stiles blinked away the Sight as he nodded.

They sat in silence as both men read the books they had brought. Stiles would have felt uncomfortable if he had truly not known the man, but this werewolf had saved him. Stiles was, perhaps foolishly, more comfortable with the man’s presence and soon found himself yawning as the task of focusing on the book in front of him grew tedious and exhausting.

“I’m Stiles. What’s your name?” he had planned on being smoother, but the man was truly gorgeous and had already saved his life so it was hard not to be weird.

“Thank you for sharing your table with me and gracing me with such lovely reading company, Stiles. My name is Peter.” Oh he was smooth, and charming, and gorgeous, and stunning, and Stiles’ kryptonite apparently.

“It’s been a pleasure Peter.” Stiles closed his book and put it back in the bag it’d came in with a grace he did not realize he possessed in the presence of this handsome of a man, “Nice to see you on two feet this time.”

Stiles did a mental fist bump as he heard Peter’s surprised intake of breath as he passed him and continued on to the exit.

-

Stiles wanted to never return to that wounded great elder tree, but he knew he had to. He had to help that poor ancient tree; it shouldn’t have to contain that monster that so obviously was hurting it.

He cursed himself and his stupid bleeding heart the entire walk to the nemeton. The only thing that ended his long litany of admonishments was the appearance of Peter, who had brought along a cup of coffee for him too.

“You intrigue me.” Peter’s voice was, unfortunately for him, as smooth and charming as Stiles remembered.

Stiles just hummed in response, a small smirk finding its home on his lips.

They spent the evening like that, Peter making flattering and imploring comments and Stiles replying with smirks and noncommental noises. The longer he spent in Peter’s presence the more Stiles felt grounded, and it helped him probe the spell containing the demon. The mechanics of the spell were incredibly complicated and Stiles groaned audibly in annoyance when he realized just how long it was going to take him to figure out how to re-enforce the containment and make it so the demon couldn’t hurt the great elder tree anymore. Stiles wished he could kill it, but he had no idea if it even could be killed. All Stiles could do is bind it more and monitor the spell until he found a better solution or died, whichever came first.

Stiles sighed and started gathering his things back into his bag, “Alright handsome, that’s it for today.”

“What have you found out, darling witch?” He turned to see Peter smirking up at him from his place against a boulder.

“Well, first of all don’t call me a witch. It has a lot of negative history and pain for my people attached to it. We prefer Gifted. Secondly, I’ve figured out I can’t kill the demon the tree holds, but I might be able to seal it better so it doesn’t leak out and hurt the elder tree anymore.” Stiles explained as they made their way out of the clearing and back into the preserve.

“Well that’s a bummer.”

Stiles barked a laugh at Peter’s lame response, and found the burden of saving the nemeton a little lighter with Peter by his side.

-

They spent the cool autumn days that way, bantering to distract Stiles from the demon inside the tree and the crushing weight of responsibility and researching in the cafe they’d first met in. Peter was a charming whirlwind that Stiles had no defenses against, and he soon found himself madly, deeply, irrevocably in love with Peter. They spent so much time together Stiles found it impossible to resist the man or his feelings.

Luckily for Stiles, Peter was just as enamored as he was. You could almost say Stiles had bewitched the werewolf with his wit and humor.

They spent the winter wrapped in each other’s embrace. Together they sealed the demon inside the nemeton so tight it could never hurt the elder tree again.

Fireworks sparkled above them as they finished the final ritual and Stiles found himself happier than he had ever been in his adult life. Here he was on a beautiful night, under dazzling fireworks, and beside the love of his life sent to him from the gods when he needed him most, and Stiles felt like he could fly.

“Come here darling boy.” Peter voice was a honeyed rumble as he held a hand out to Stiles.

His own joy plus the relief of the nemeton and the magic of new years eve had Stiles twirling happily into his lover’s arms and leaning against his strong chest.

“I want you to bite me.” Stiles sighed out in a dream like state high on the glee inside him.

Peter gently swayed them both, humming a tune Stiles didn’t recognize.

“I want to give you the mating bite too my love. Tonight, under these stars, we dance. In the morning you’re mine forever.” Peter’s words floated on the breeze, gently wrapping themselves around the couple.

“In the morning you’re mine forever.” Stiles whispered the words back to him, clutching Peter closer.

[halethestilinskis]

“You Can Tell Me Anything” - Derek Hale Imagine

The pack was running a little late to the planned meeting, and by a little, you mean you've been sitting at Derek's loft for 3 hours waiting for someone to show up. Even if it was Peter, it would be better than no one.

It was getting dark out, nearing 7 o'clock at night. You didn't like staying here past dark unless you had a guaranteed ride home. Usually it was Derek, since he liked to give you a kiss good night before he went back to the loft. Sometimes it was Stiles, when he had to drop Scott off anyway.

To get to Derek's house, since you didn't have a car yet, you had to walk through the woods, and everyone knows Beacon Hills is sketchy, and walking through the woods is unsafe, you couldn't count how many bodies they found in the woods.

You sighed, hanging up the phone from the seventh time Derek has ignored your calls, and still not hearing from Stiles or Scott. This meant you had to walk through the woods. Alone. At night. Great.

He was definitely going to get an ear full as soon as he tried to come in through your window tonight. 

It was chilly out, enough to have to draw your jacket in closer so the breeze didn't send chills down your spine, although it wasn't a very thick jacket, considering it was 75 and sunny when you got here.

The woods you cut through were right across the street from the loft. You took the same route everyday, you knew it like the back of your hand, and where every land mark should be, including the ones you made yourself with some small help from the guys.

They brought logs over, marked some trees with their claws, broke some branches, and your steps everyday make a little path that was easy to follow in the moonlight.

You texted the group chat was a snarky response, hoping it would get the message across that you were absolutely livid with them, and also reminding yourself to pick up some extra shifts at work, because this no car thing was absolute bullshit. Derek lived too far away for you not to have one.

You were halfway home before you got a call from Derek asking where you were and then apologizing like crazy, telling you he was coming to get you, or at least walk with you the rest of the way.

"Don't worry about it" you rolled your eyes, annoyed with him, and not really wanting to see him right now anyway, "I'm halfway home, anyway". Derek started rambling apologies again, you could hear his car in the background, which gave you good reason to believe that he was going way over the speed limit.

"Derek, slow down" you pleaded, not wanting him to get hurt, "I'm fine, I'm almost-" you cut yourself off immediately, hearing leaves being crushed behind you.

You decided to walk a few more steps, hearing your own feet crush the ground, and Derek yelling into the phone.

"SH" you hushed into the speaker, turning your volume all the way down so you could hear your surroundings, and there it was again. Footsteps. Someone was following you.

"Hey are you in the woods looking for me" you said suddenly in the phone, still hearing the engine and immediately knowing the answer before he even said anything.

"No, why, (y/n), what's going on?" he spoke quickly. You knew he would come to your rescue in a heart beat, but you didn't want to give him another reason to buy you a car, that's not what your boyfriend was for, you were going to buy your own shitty car.

"Nothing" you stated, "I'll see you, I made it home" and then you ended the call, turning on the flashlight that was on your phone. Although you were still in the woods, you didn't want to worry Derek. He probably already made a U-turn and was on his way to your house, so you better pick up the pace so he knows you didn't blatantly lie to him.

You heard the steps follow you some more, they were very obviously not trying to hide them, only trying to keep in step with you, which is why you changed up you pace every few steps.

Finally, you saw the road through the trees, and made a break for it, luckily, the person following you didn't distract your mind enough to lose your path. You crossed the road to get to the other side, taking a new path to get home, so this person didn't follow you home, and if he did, you'd be able to get a good look at him.

When you got home, Derek's Camaro was no where to be found, so he either wasn't coming over, or he was running late. Maybe he even had the boys with him and they were chatting at his place.

You fell asleep early, the adrenaline that was coursing through you quickly vanished and left you feeling absolutely exhausted. When you woke up, you weren't sure if Derek had been there or not, he likes to live very neat, and would always make the bed before he left, but then again, usually stayed and talked to your mom in the morning or made breakfast for you.

Did you come over last night? You sent him a quick text, getting up to start the day. You felt extremely uncomfortable, if there was a guy in the woods last night following you, maybe he knew where you lived and was watching your every move. 

You ran your routine differently. You took off your clothes in the bathroom, where there were no windows, instead of in your room before your shower. You wrapped a towel around you when you were done, and shut every blind before you dropped it to get dressed. Although there was no sight or sound of a stranger watching you, you weren't exactly sure what to look for, but you were definitely uncomfortable.

For a little bit, Scott called early about something, come over when you can :*  was his response.

As soon as you were done getting ready, you made your way over. It took 20 minutes to walk to his house if you cut through the woods, and 40 if you didn't. You stood at the edge was a second before deciding to take the short cut, surely no one was going to follow you in the middle of the day.

But you were wrong, you heard the same footsteps, trying to walk in sync with you, and it made you panic even harder not being able to see the person in broad daylight.

You ran to get some distance, and thankfully, the footsteps stopped, and you were on the street in front of Derek's loft. Stiles was there too, so you can only assume Scott was with him.

"Hey" you walked in breathlessly.

"You run here?" Scott asked, giving you a weird look.

"Trying to get more exercise" you lied, luckily they couldn't hear it because your heart was already racing, "what are you guys doing here?"

"Uh, Derek wanted to have the pack meeting early, so we got here a couple hours ago, he's upstairs doing something." Scott said, watching you eye the water that was on the coffee table, "here" he threw to you.

You cracked the bottle and chugged, the adrenaline and running, drying out your body, "thanks" you gasped.

"I thought I heard you" Derek grinned as you walked into his room. You smiled as soon as you saw him, finally feeling safe and comfortable in your own skin.

"Whatcha doing?" you asked innocently, as he looked through his drawers for something.

"I could've sworn I had this purple herb that heals deep wounds, but I can't seem to find it" he shrugged, pulling you close to him.

You melted into him more than you have before, the safety he was making you feel was slowing your heart rate down.

"Why's your heart beating so fast" he chuckled, giving you a kiss on the head.

"I ran here" you murmured, Derek was going to see right through you.

"Ran here?" he chuckled again, looking at your face, and seeing you weren't joking with him, "Why?"

"Exercise" you shrugged, hoping your heart rate was still up so he didn't hear the jump.

"(y/n) I know you probably better than anyone, what's up, you don't ever run through the wood, unless Allison asks you too".

"It's nothing" you lied again.

"It's something, I can hear it is" he informed you, apparently your heart rate has calmed down enough to tell.

"I thought I heard someone in the woods last night and today when I was walking here, but I couldn't see anyone" you confided.

"What!?" he spat, "(y/n) why didn't you call or tell me, I would've been there in a second, are you sure it wasn't the wind?"

"Yeah" you said lowly, "the wind moves things around, these twigs and leaves were cracking, they were trying to match my pace so I couldn't hear them".

"Why didn't you tell me?" he demanded.

"Because I didn't want you to worry, you worry enough about me already being a stupid human" you rolled your eyes dramatically.

"First of all, I love that you're human" he smiled, "Secondly, you can tell me anything, you know you can".

"I know" you said dumbly, twiddling your thumbs, "I just didn't want to worry you. "You’re taking my car home tonight" he ordered, helping you off the bed, and bringing you into a hug.

"No" you declined, your voice muffled in his chest.

"Yeah" he smirked, "I have a surprise".

He took your hand and led you outside, into the back parking lot that no one ever parks in because it's farther away from his door.

"I had to get a new car because I'm the stupid pack dad" he rolled his eyes, "So here" he gave you the keys to his Camaro, "I got this new SUV yesterday"

"Derek, no" you handed the keys back but he wasn't taking them, "I'm not taking the Camaro, that's like your identity".

He shrugged, "It's fine, I know you love it, I know you love driving it, you tell me every time slammed and you have to drive it home" he smiled, "so you can use it until you get your car, it's just borrowing it".

He knew exactly what to say to get you to agree to it.

"Okay" you huffed, "but only for a week or so, until I get the car"

"I know you'll take care of her" he winked, "Wanna go for a drive?"

"Scott and Stiles-"

"Will be fine, it's not like they're not always there anyway" he shrugged, leading you to the front lot where the Camaro was parked, unlocking the door with the button the door, watching you adjust everything with a stupid grin on your face.

[vanishcd]

6.07 liveblog under the cut

- ngl, the opening was creepy. And then just as I was like “okay I get it” he went “its okay you dont have to stop” and I actually felt really bad

Theo redeemed I still don’t know about, but that was actually pretty horrifying

- ....And people were sexualizing the scene of Malia beating him up?! Wtf when there are direct parallels with him feeling tortured and deserving

- ....okay I might be on board with guilty!Theo

- “Scott remembers Stiles! Lydia and I remember Stiles!” lkjhgfds the way that line is delivered ohmygoood

- Still though. Last time we saw Malia she didn’t want to remember. So is that implying she DID remember and was trying to directly walk away to avoid being upset? Or was it Peter that made her remember? idk, TW writers it’d be great if you spent more time with that and less with the bs Nazi

- AND THIS IS WHY I SAY HAYDEN SHOULD BE THE ALPHA

LIAM’S HEART IS IN THE RIGHT PLACE BUT IT’S NOT JUST ABOUT WANTING TO HELP OR MAKING THE HEROS CALL

ITS ABOUT KEEPING A LEVEL HEAD, SEEING ALL SIDES OF THE SITUATION, BEING ABLE TO LEAD DESPITE YOUR FEELINGS AND MEDIATE BETWEEN PACK MEMBERS

WHICH IS WHAT HAYDENS DOING

- See?!?! Hayden keeping Malia held back. YES

- “We don’t have time for mistakes. I can’t lose Stiles.” HIS VOICE AND FACE CRIES

- ok I get keeping Theo around because he remembers Stiles, I guess. But is he REALLY the only one who can find a transformer? Come on. Transparent writing is transparent

- STILINSKI TEARING THE WALL DOWN JHGFD

- ugh that scene  BUT HES STARTING TO QUESTION

- “I believe in you” THATS THEIR “because I love you” AND ITS SO GREAT

- sassy!Theo :D

- Okay. Dread Doctors. Thats why they need him. Got it.

- HAYDEN VOLUNTEERING TO BE THE BAIT

ESPECIALLY AFTER WHAT HAPPENED IN S5

SCREAMS SHES SO PERFECT

- “It’ll be okay. I’m faster than you.” I LOVE HER

- Malia and Melissa working together yaaas

- “I can hear you.”

Much as I’m still annoyed Peter’s back. God I love his sass

- so are “the nine herbs” a magical super speed cure-all now? *sighs*

- also. its a show about werewolves, who have super speed healing anyway but Peter should NOT have a full head of perfectly styled hair, js

- Lydia thinking like a detective <3

- HAYDEN AND SCOTT AND MASON BEING FUCKING VIPS YES

- hayden BEAMING because the plan worked

- HIS BED

- THE MUSIC

HER REMEMBERING

IM CRYING

- ....why did it suddenly go ominous

- “Mr. Rider?”

I LOVE HOW THEO’S LIKE “...seriously” AND SCOTT JUST DOES THE CONFUSED PUPPY HEAD TILT AHAHA

- *sighs*

Mason is adorable. I’m never going to even remotely like Mason/Corey though.

- I don’t think Parrish was trying to communicate with them, I think it was the other way around. But okay.

- ...that entire scene

i just

have no words

Lydia and the jersey

Noah not being able to see it

“I see a deeply disturbed young woman”

“because you loved him”

the moment of realization after catching it

- “Youre so very loyal Malia” damn right she is, shut up Peter

- “You have no selfpreservation instincts. How are you my daughter.”

it’s called humanity Peter

- ....wait suddenly everyone else can understand it?

- Scott calmly and confidently threatening the Wild Hunt and to get everyone back my baby

- PARRISH WTH

- FINALLY THEY SAY STILES IS MALIAS ANCHOR IN CANON

- Peter youre one to talk about behaving like a human. Didnt you terrorize the whole town in a cgi beast form for months?

- oh god. And the Nazi bs starts

- ...what

im sorry but what

- also why would peter stay behind and risk getting taken again malia already ran so its not like hes buying her time

- *sighs because this show is starting to cross in anime/shonen levels of high-powered-villain-takes-out-the-previously-unstoppable-other-villain*

- HAYDEN YANKING THEO UP AND SHOVING HIM BACK YAS QUEEN

- ..... sighs loudly again

I know why his eyes glow green I know why he can use the whip

and it pisses me off because it’s another high-powered-villain-ass-pull

- No one fucking cares about the Nazi