ladyw1nter

stilisnki:

if your heart doesnt get happy when u think about isaac lahey i dont trust u

（*＾＾）it’s okay, no one trusts derek hale either

(via teenwlf)

suaine:

You’ll note a slight difference in this recap to the two before, mostly because some strong and personal feelings were involved that Teen Wolf triggered by accident and that I’ve been trying to deal with all day. This is not a glowing review and I will probably be harsher than the episode really deserves, so you have been warned.

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“…[re: Derek and Blake] if one significant look is enough to sell a ship to you, why do I still have to argue about Derek and Stiles being canon? Reality check – if this is enough, if what Allison and Isaac did is enough, not a single fucking person better call Sterek or Sterek shippers a single bad name or delusional or crazy ever fucking again. I’m serious, any Ms Blake/Derek shipper who mouths off about Sterek is a hypocrite and an asshole. (That said, anyone dissing Ms Blake with gender-based slurs better hide their face from me because my rage will burn them alive.)”

Worth quoting.

shipsanddip:

In my previous essay, I talked about the importance of Scott’s name with regard to his future character development and journey. If you read it, you will have noticed that many of the characters important to that journey have names with Greek roots. It is to Greek mythology that we return when considering the character of Cora Hale and her possible impact on our main characters. Unfortunately, the outlook is grim and I fear that Cora Hale will bring much sorrow and agony, especially to her own big brother.

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This might not be what you might think it’s about (because of the title) because Cora is derived from ‘Persephone’.

And I can’t help but think of Persephone Lied by nicodreams now.

doyoudoyoustill:

[AGGRESSIVELY SHIPS ERICA WITH LIVING]

xbellicose:

dean-winchesters-my-unicorn:

My fucking ship is sinking.

Sterek.

Derek is gonna fall in love with the fucking teacher.

And Stiles. Stiles is never gonna fall out of love with Lydia, and now Jacksons out of the picture so we’re fucked.

Damnit.

I’m a fucking Captain bitches. And a good one at that.

Every good Captain goes down with their ship.

Don’t fret, fellow Sterek shipper!

Ms. Blake is pretty much confirmed dead by the end of the season, and Lydia will be shacking up with the straight Alpha twin, who looks to be staying for the foreseeable future.

All is not lost!

(For those of you wondering, one of the twins posted something about giving a farewell gift to the Ms. Blake actress. That and when does Derek ever get nice things that last? And JD has given hints about Ethan legit falling in love with Danny and two alphas sticking around for season 3B, and the twins are the likeliest candidates for that.)

I honestly want Blake to part ways with Beacon Hills because she wants no part of the supernatural and is making smart choices with her self. I want it to be a gut-wrenching breakup like they did with Dexter and Lumen where they were just going different ways and they’re still fond of each other but in the end not going in the same direction AND BEING ADULTS ABOUT IT.

Also the way Stiles have been acting around Lydia increasingly moves her towards bro-like actions rather than putting her on a pedestal. Just contrast Stiles from s1.

marielikestodraw:

gyzym:

but wait, what if the murders actually don’t have anything to do with virginity, and the fact that all the victims thus were virgins is a total coincidence that stiles only latched onto because he spends so much time thinking about his own virginity that it’s his theory for everything? like, what if this isn’t even the first time. what if he’s spent all summer being like “A TRAFFIC ACCIDENT, HUH, DAD? ARE YOU SURE? WERE THEY VIRGINS?” while the sheriff made concerned faces and tried to figure out how to ask melissa if scott ever suggested that the reason the pizza place got their order wrong was VIRGINITY GONE AWRY. what if poor scott, who only wants to be the best person he can be and not let anybody get killed, is still dealing with this in six months? “no, stiles, we solved those murders. they weren’t even about sex at all, remember? could you please — please stop asking people whether or not their cherries have been popped, bro. it’s super weird. nobody likes it at all.” 

UGLY LAUGHING EVERYWHERE.

altrutix:

skler00ze:

Like whut?

Derek, I know what you did here.

You too, Jeff..

OKAY THANK YOU I DIDN’T WANT TO SAY IT

BUT SHE LOOKS LIKE MY HEADCANON VERSION OF OLDERGIRL!STILES AND HALEY WEBB IS JUST SO CUTE I CAN’T

but then again she also looks like a more innocent, brunette version of kate argent to me so maybe i’m off base here

swingsetindecember:

aggybird:

swingsetindecember:

i want derek hale to have like the cutest tattoo ever. like on his hip. and it’s a secret. and it shows how much of a marshmallow he is 

The form asks Do you have any distinguishing marks? and Derek chews the pen cap and thinks about it for a second and writes: Yes. Two tattoos. 

He figures that will be it.

——

“You know you sign your name under a little box that says the information you have provided is truthful to the best of your knowledge,” Stiles says, flopping down next to Derek and tossing a sheaf of papers into his lap.

“What?” Derek asks. Dog the Bounty Hunter has just apprehended someone on TV and Derek is still getting used to surround sound. It continues to freak out his hearing.

“Your application,” Stiles says.

“I’m not actually a felon,” Derek says. “It asks if you were ever convicted. I wasn’t.”

“Not that part,” Stiles says. “The thing about your tattoos.”

“What about them?”

“Them? Them? What do you mean them?”

Derek sighs. “I have two tattoos. Which one?”

Stiles sputters. “You do not have two tattoos. You have the mystical werewolf back tattoo and that’s it.”

Derek raises an eyebrow. “You’d be the expert on my body then?”

Stiles’ face flushes dully. “Obviously not. But I have seen you half-naked and dying often enough to be pretty certain.”

“There you go,” Derek replies, turning back to the TV.

“What does that mean?” Stiles demands.

“It means you’ve only seen me half-naked. The tattoo is on the other half.”

Stiles’ eyes take on a glazed expression. “Which part of the other half? Are we talking embarrassing butt tattoo? Left cheek? Right cheek—? No, it’s not the right cheek, that harpy shredded your pants last fall.”

Derek lets out a low grumble. He still doesn’t like talking about that.

“Stiles, leave it alone.”

“I am insulted. You have known me long enough to know that I am constitutionally incapable of following that directive. I am wounded, wounded to my very—”

“It’s on my left hip,” Derek snarls. “Now drop it.”

“Oh, I’ll drop it, buddy,” Stiles mutters, subsiding. “I’ll drop it like it’s hot.”

Derek has no idea what that means, but he figures it’s nothing good.

——

“Really, Stiles?” Derek says, sighing heavily. He stops unbuttoning his jeans and turns to his bedroom window in time to hear, “Oh, shit!” then a series of crashes and yelps.

When he leans out the window, Stiles is sitting in the bushes, rubbing his lower back and scowling.

“I’m calling the cops,” Derek says. “There’s a man outside my house. I feel unsafe.”

“You’re such a dickhead,” Stiles says. “I think I broke my spine.”

“It matches your broken brain,” Derek replies, shutting the window.

He makes his way downstairs and heads outside. Stiles is still sitting in the dirt, and he does look a little banged up.

“What are you doing!” Stiles says when he sees him. “You’re giving the neighborhood a show!”

Derek glances down at his bare torso and half-unbuttoned jeans, shrugging. “So? C’mon, you’ve got a cut on your face.” 

He tugs Stiles to his feet and tries to usher him inside. Stiles is moaning the whole time. 

“Oh my God, this is not good for my rep,” Stiles says. “You’re leading me into your den of iniquity and the neighbors will talk. You look like you got interrupted, okay, interrupted doing carnal things.”

“Stiles, shut up,” Derek says, almost fondly, and pushes Stiles inside. Then he leans back out his front door and raises his voice. “That’s right, boy, take off your clothes.”

Sure enough, Mrs. Pritchard closes her curtains with a gasp and Derek can make out the electronic sounds of a phone being dialed.

“You suck,” Stiles says. “Emotional distress. You should tell me what your tattoo is to make me feel better.”

“Go get the bandaids,” Derek replies, shutting the door.

——

“Derek,” says Sheriff Stilinski.

“Sir,” Derek replies. 

“Your first shift is next Monday. You can come in for your uniform fitting this Wednesday.” The Sheriff twitches a little when he says it.

Derek sighs. “Is Stiles going to try to sneak into the fitting?”

“He’s driving me crazy,” the Sheriff says all in a rush. “Put him out of his misery, why don’t you? He walks around the house talking out loud about what it could be. I don’t need those kinds of images about my new deputy.”

Derek massages his temples. “If we keep giving into him, he’s always going to be this annoying.”

The Sheriff sighs and rubs the back of his neck. “Derek, believe me when I say that there’s no win for either of us here.”

Derek believes him.

——

“You really seem to want to see me naked,” Derek says mildly, pulling off his sweaty tank top and tossing it on the bench. 

“Eep,” the locker behind him squeaks.

Derek towels his neck dry. “Should I read something into that, Stiles?”

The locker is suspiciously silent.

“I’m going to head home now,” Derek says, pulling out a clean shirt from his gym bag. “The Zumba class lets out in five minutes. You should probably be gone by then. They can break your neck with their thighs.”

——

Stiles is pretty creative, and Derek can only take about two months of that creativity before he heaves a deeply irritated sigh, hangs up his gun holster, and pulls Stiles out of his hall closet.

“How do you keep getting in,” Derek asks no one in particular, tossing a struggling Stiles over his shoulder and trudging up the stairs.

“Your security is really lax for a newly minted deputy,” Stiles says, the words punched out of him as Derek’s shoulder digs into his gut. “I’m just—oof—alerting you to its flaws.”

“I wish someone would have alerted me to your flaws,” Derek says, pushing his bedroom door open with his foot.

“Please,” Stiles scoffs, “You love my—Derek, why are we in your bedroom?”

“Yes,” Derek says patiently.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, I love your flaws.”

Stiles is wide-eyed. “It’s finally happened. I’ve crossed into a parallel dimension.”

Derek groans out a laugh, scrubbing a hand over his face. “I’ll make you a deal: You show me yours, and I’ll show you mine.”

“I don’t have a tattoo,” Stiles says. “That’s totally not fair! Fine, I’ll go out and get a tattoo, you asshole, and when I get back—”

“Stiles, get in the fucking bed and get naked,” Derek growls.

Stiles mouth snaps shut. For about three blissful seconds.

“I never want to leave this dimension, holy God.”

“You are such a pain in my ass,” Derek says. “I’m gonna get some stuff from the bathroom. Be in that bed and ready when I get back.”

“Nnngh,” Stiles replies. 

That’s pretty satisfying.

——

Derek takes a deep breath and steps into the room. He gives Stiles a second to take it in.

Stiles makes a garbled noise.

“Is that… is that a Care Bear?”

“It was a dare from Laura,” Derek says, folding his arms and leaning against the doorframe. He’s a little insulted that he’s naked and Stiles is too busy staring at his tattoo to appreciate the rest of him.

“It’s… Derek, it’s Grumpy Bear.”

“Yeah,” Derek says.

Stiles launches himself out of the bed and wraps his arms around Derek, kissing him full on the mouth. “I love you so much,” he says.

“That’s nice,” Derek replies, his hands going to Stiles’ hips. “If you tell anyone, I’m going to rip your throat out.”

“Are you kidding?” Stiles says. “This knowledge is mine, all mine. Now get in that bed, I need to lick you in a lot of places, including that tattoo.”

“Fair enough,” Derek says, and tumbles them down to the bed. 

——

Of course, because it’s Stiles, things are never that easy.

“Care Bear Alpha Stare!” Stiles shouts, and dissolves into honking laughter. 

Derek is in love with an idiot.

I WAS THINKING OF A CAREBEAR!!!! OMG AGGY, I LOVE YOU

xbellicose:

So I enjoy Ms. Blake. She seems (seemed) like a chill, wholesome type of gal that would be really lovely for Derek and his endless shitstorm of a life. I’m a Sterek shipper through and through, but I can separate fanon and canon, so I am (was) on board with Derek/Ms. Blake if that’s where they’re going.

But that scene last night…

I mean really?

First of all, Derek almost dies and is almost forced to kill his recently-thought-to-be-dead little sister and the beta he was willing to die trying to save. But then he decides to leave it up to Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Scarf to get them somewhere safe so that he can go check on some random teacher? When has Derek ever cared about anyone outside of his pack? Call it character development if you want, but since we’ve seen nothing to indicate this development, I call bullshit. Would it have not made more sense to let Scott go get her, since she knows Scott and also didn’t see Scott turn into a wolf man, unlike Derek? 

And then Ms. Blake. Sees three wolf people fighting. One wolf guy gets torn to shreds. Then said wolf guy approaches her all cut up and bloody and she… takes his hand and smiles? What even… who does that?! I get that Derek is extremely attractive and she was in shock, but if a wolf man approaches me, I’m grabbing the nearest heavy item and swinging. 

So I dunno, I want to like Derek and Ms. Blake together, but that scene was very suspect. She seemed wayyy too cool with the whole situation. I’m guessing either she’s something supernatural (and probably the one sacrificing virgins) or she’s being brainwashed/controlled by someone else. I have no theories on Derek’s behavior. 

If she turns out to be a normal human and I have to chalk this scene up to poor writing, I will be very angry. Cause if she’s not supernatural, that scene was seriously awful. Like straight up Twilight tween romance shit. 

So in summary, I went from liking Ms. Blake to finding her very, very suspect.

As for the Sterek fans vs Ms. Blake fans debacle, my philosophy is simple:

I am sorry but Blake pretty much kept her head despite her fear, didn’t scream, and was as chill with finding out about werewolves as Stiles is AND FINALLY THERE IS A FEMALE CHARACTER WHO ACTED LIKE I MIGHT ACT.

Like I DO act in crisis situations. Wait and see and evaluate.

Also I’m so tired of females screaming you have no clue.