teen wolf’s cgi budget so far
I don’t know how many more times I can bear to see Derek placing absolutely no value on his own life and nobody...
look, i get it: superman as a character can be pretty hard to make an audience relate to because...
I guess I should take down this framed photo of him at the beach that’s been sitting on my desk for six years. I hardly ever...
Okay, see, here’s the inherent flaw with pretty much all modern (and some classic even) heroic narratives: the hero only becomes the hero at the expense of other people. In short: the hero is rewarded for taking action, regardless of what those actions are or the consequences of those actions. All the other characters, even characters cast in roles of support to the hero end up punished for taking actions but especially actions taken in defense of themselves or others. This tendency gets especially problematic when it comes to female characters, whom often experience sexualized narratives, especially sexualized violence, in response to taking action.
Scott continually takes actions — good, dumb, heroic, devious, a mix of all of these — but those actions always have consequences for the people around him. For example, if Derek had succeeded in killing Jackson/the kanima, how many lives might that have saved? So, while arguably fighting to “save” Jackson is the heroic action, Scott’s insistence on doing so directly leads to letting Matt continue to rampage throughout the town. Other people pay the consequences, Scott does not. Scott’s actions with Allison continually paint Allison as the, hrm, not necessarily “bad guy” but often “hysterical,” or “misguided,” or just a “bitch” (fandom’s term following the season 2 ending, not mine). The audience obviously knows a lot more information about what’s going on than Allison ever does throughout the entire show, from when she “stupidly” breaks up with Scott for lying to her and putting her in danger and standing her up and being an all-around creep, or when she hunts and studies dangerous werewolves with the one person who actually tries to tell her stuff that she needs to know about her family, her friends, and her boyfriend, or loses it following the completely unjustified death of her mother caused by one of those very dangerous werewolves… all stuff that could have gone so very differently if, you know, the men in her life — Scott in particular — had just talked to her. Scott’s actions in hiding the various truths from Allison — about himself, about her family — create consequences for Allison, really serious consequences for her mental, physical, and emotional health (not to mention the loss of her mother, the loss of her beloved aunt, the loss of likely any trust she had in her parents or family)… and Scott’s consequences boil down to being sad that he’s not dating Allison anymore and going back to where he started before he was bitten. There’s already a 700-odd something note post that describes my feelings about Scott’s actions regarding Derek so, yeah, we’re not going to go there because this will likely loose coherency and descend into rabid rants about agency narratives and how I kind of want to stab everyone in the TW writers’ room when I actually sit and think about it.
want fic where derek accidentally shows his alpha face to a crying toddler who finds it the most delightful thing he’s ever experienced
yes this pls
I accidentally wrote it.
The kid is crying and Derek is woefully unprepared. He’s dangled keys at him but Bryce just gives him this indignant look like he can’t believe Derek thinks so little of his intellectual development, it’s all softly arched eyebrows and bright blown brown eyes and so Stiles he wants to just threaten him with bodily violence.
It always seems to work Stiles into speechless submission.
Derek turns towards the refrigerator, thinks maybe Bryce just needs some juice. He wishes the kid would start talking already, he’s two. Mostly he points and grunts and leaves it up to Scott to translate for Stiles and himself. (Derek knows this was his preferred form of communication between he and Laura so it doesn’t worry him the way it seems to make Stiles flit nervously between the pages of his parenting books and the internet).
Derek makes it about three steps before he manages to stub his toe on the corner of the counter cabinets and he bites his tongue as he twitches in pain and lets out a low, frustrated curse and feels his face shift, his neck twitching involuntarily.
He looks up at Bryce, sitting in his high chair at the table, pink round face, eyes wide, mouth slack but silent, cheerio halfway up to his mouth in a pudgy fist. Derek is acutely aware that he’s in full blown Alpha mode, he can see red, literally, feel his canines descended, poking sharp at his lip.
There’s a tense moment between the two of them before Bryce’s face contorts and Derek thinks he’s in for it. The kid is going to have nightmares forever, he had a good run, this is where it ends, he’ll be run from, bawled at. He was just getting into a good woo rhythm with Stiles too and everything, he was pretty sure there was going to be sex soon and actual revelations of feelings. All over. Done.
And then Bryce is letting out a howl of laughter, slapping open palms to the tray in front of him and bouncing with unfettered delight. He’s laughing so hard he starts to choke with it and then laughs harder, spit flying from his open mouth.
Derek relaxes visibly, toe still throbbing and let’s his features smooth back to normal. Bryce stares at him and shakes his head, makes grabby hands towards Derek, who resumes with getting him a sippy cup full of apple juice, which Bryce proceeds to throw to the ground, staring at Derek defiantly, clutching at his own face and making a soft, sad imitation of a growl.
Derek sighs, “is the ‘Derek Hale Pushover Imperative coded into the Stilinski DNA?” Derek asks Bryce seriously and kneeling on the floor in front of the high chair.
“Yesh,” Bryce responds, seriously, patting him on the nose before squirming in his seat and whining.
“Fine. Just…don’t tell Stiles,” Derek says and wolfs out dramatically, Bryce nearly works himself into a fit with the force of his howls slowing to tiny giggles long enough to tell Derek proudly, “I peed.”