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teen wolf’s cgi budget so far
- two dudes turning into one dude
- homage to hitchcock’s birds
- crazy deer
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I don’t know how many more times I can bear to see Derek placing absolutely no value on his own life and nobody...
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dear people who keep making bad superman movies:
look, i get it: superman as a character can be pretty hard to make an audience relate to because...
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Omg where have you been all my god damn worthless life
right next door to jimmy john’s. where is this, marijuana...
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Things That Hurt #587
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...
WANT IT
Jack: I have to warn you, I’ve heard relationships based on intense experiences never work.
Annie: OK. We’ll have to base it on sex then.
Jack: Whatever you say, ma’am.— (Speed, 1994)
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There’s a teacher….I’ll take care of her.
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I don’t even know. It started with the first panel and just kept going.
omg the one with Derek’s touchy fingers
omg all of it
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Ready. Set. Go.
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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.
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TEEN WOLF AU: Meeting a necromancer turns out to be pretty much everything Stiles ever wanted. A way to get his mother back and finally find a way to fill the hole in his chest. Unfortunately - as usual - there is a catch. To give a life, another must be taken. So in order to bring his mother back, Stiles offers his own in return.
To be able to make this decision in knowledge of all the consequences, Stiles gets to see how a world in which his mother survives while he dies in her place. The pain in his parent’s eyes make him realize that he isn’t doing this to help his mother, but to flee his own pain.
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scott + being concerned/protecting lydia
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The first transformation by *Lelia Portrait of the Hale’s faily from the tv series Teen Wolf. Derek Hale’s first transformation into a werepuppy, I imagined that he was playing with his dad and suddenly he wolfed out, due of the shock he landed on his ass, all under the amused and proud gaze of his father.
I was inspired in my beloved dog “Beka” (R.I.P) , when she was a puppy the first time she barked she landed on his ass due the shock, it was really cute and funny.
Sorry for my bad english LOL
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Draw this family is addictive, f****! Well, the whole Hale family walkin together through Beacon Hills. Uncle Peter, who looks as a young adult, give a piggy back ride his favourite niece :D
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this is one of the most obscene things i’ve ever seen
if Derek Hale is standing outside peering in the window and you know he is he just turned around and slid down the wall until he could curl his arms over his head and chant “he’s only sixteen he’s only sixteen” over and over again
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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
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.”
(via swingsetindecember)
DEAD. FROM. CUTE.
My mind knows it’s Hoechlin giving an interview, but my imagination is insisting that it’s Derek after being attacked with some sort of wolfsbane that just gets him really freaking high.
The rest of them don’t even know what the fuck to do. It’s … Derek, you’re kind of still … there are claw marks on your … um. *sigh* Should they just order a pizza, then?
And he’s kinda left to wonder around Stiles’ room while Isaac and Stiles hold a furious whispered argument over who’s looking after him until the shit wears off. Scott’s just backing up Isaac because there’s no way Derek’ll be safe at the train depot, Stiles, when Derek interrupts them because he’s found Stiles’ batman comics and, “Oh my god, dude, I had such a crush on Nightwing you don’t even know”.
Derek is verbose. Effusive. Loquacious.
Essentially, Derek talks a lot.
Or rather, Derek, under the influence of an incredibly rare form of wolfsbane (Southern Blue Monkshood – fucking misnomer, it was green), talks a lot.
“I’m hungry. Aren’t you guys hungry?” Derek moans plaintively, apparently bored of listening to the conversation Scott, Isaac, and Stiles have been having in the corner of Stiles’ room. The conversation they’ve been having since Scott and Isaac had shown up a half hour before with an obviously stoned Derek Hale sandwiched between the two of them.
An obviously stoned Derek Hale. On the Sheriff’s front porch.
Luckily, Stiles had barely opened the front door before Derek was pushing past with a sanguine smile and a “Hey, Stiles.”
Scott and Isaac had hurried in after the alpha, both looking like they’d come straight from a bar brawl, but which they’d quickly informed him had been more of an Alpha brawl. Apparently the Alpha Pack had struck again.
Scott and Stiles had first formed their tentative truce with Derek’s pack of two (essentially Derek and Isaac, plus Derek’s bonus undead uncle), on the grounds that an Alpha Pack had come to Beacon Hills and sticking together would be their only chance for survival. Stiles had really been expecting more of a “battle to the death” type of summer vacation, instead of the extended prank attack it had ended up being.
First, the Alpha Pack’s symbol had started appearing all over town, in places the “Hale Pack” had been known to frequent.
The dilapidated Hale house had been their first target, quickly followed by the McCall’s garage door.
Then the Stilinki’s cheerful yellow mailbox.
Stiles’ mom had painted that mailbox - lemon chiffon, with a hand-painted bluebird on one side and “The Stilinki’s” on the other. Faded now, but still legible in her most decorative script.
That was the last straw. The temporary truce between the Hale and McCall packs had been settled; with handshakes in the Starbucks on Second Street.
The Alpha’s symbol kept appearing – a tiny triskele seemed to appear in various forms anywhere they went. A sticker in the front window of the library Isaac was working at for the summer. Graffiti on the side of the comic book store Stiles was known to frequent. A six by six foot triskele was burned into the lacrosse pitch at the high school when Scott, Stiles, and Isaac had shown up to practice there one day. The very atmosphere in Beacon Hills had turned sinister.
And then the pranks had begun.
They’d started with Derek’s car. Derek had made the grievous error of leaving it unattended for thirty minutes while he did his bi-weekly grocery shopping at Max’s Market.
He’d returned to find it glitter-bombed, with a trail of miniature silver paw prints stenciled across the hood; like a tiny, drunken wolf pup had walked through silver spray paint and then tracked it across Derek’s car.
Stiles and Scott had laughed when they’d happened to see Derek driving into the car wash that afternoon.
Scott wasn’t laughing when he arrived home from work at the vet clinic to find his entire bedroom recreated, down to the dirty laundry scattered around his floor and his messily rumpled bed, on his front lawn.
Admittedly, Stiles had laughed at that.
Stiles had also laughed when they’d gone to meet Isaac at Derek’s new loft and found him duct-taped to the ceiling. Derek’s new loft has 20 foot high ceilings and Stiles is still trying to work out how they accomplished that. Isaac himself doesn’t know because they’d blindfolded and stripped him before putting him up there.
Which brings us to their current predicament.
“My diet sucks!” Derek says loudly, throwing himself back onto Stiles’ bed where he’s basically been rolling around for the past ten minutes, while Stiles and Isaac have been engaged in a whispered argument over why exactly their ex-con Alpha shouldn’t be found high as a fucking kite in the home of the Sheriff who’d originally arrested him. For murder.
“I miss pizza.”
“You can’t keep him here, Lahey,” Stiles hisses for the tenth time in as many minutes. Derek is pouting at the trio from his place on Stiles’ bed.
Stiles glances over at Derek to see him rubbing his rock-hard tummy in small circles, seemingly talking to himself, “which I still, also, do cheat on every once in a while. Cause it’s pizza!”
“Where would you like me to take him, Stilinski,” Isaac asks in a violent whisper, ever-mindful of the Sheriff sleeping off a double shift in his bedroom down the hall.
Scott is standing nearby, frowning at the discord this has caused between his two friends.
“You can’t say no to pizza!”
“You can take him for a long walk off a short pier for all I care, Isaac, as long as that pier isn’t located in my freaking bedroom!” Stiles whisper-shouts, looking over at Derek just as he seems to tire of rubbing himself all over Stiles’ sheets.
Derek drifts over to Stiles’ bookcase, looking intently at his extensive Batman comic book collection.
Scott chooses this moment to speak up.
“Isaac is right, Stiles. We don’t have anywhere else to take him. Ethan said it should wear off within a few hours, and he’ll be safe here,” Scott says, unleashing the full power of his puppy eyes.
Luckily Stiles developed near-immunity to Scott’s puppy eyes by the time he was ten, and is thus unmoved.
“Oh my god, dude, I had such a crush on Nightwing, you don’t even know,” Derek says, pulling out Alfred’s Return and throwing himself back on Stiles’ bed to read.
Stiles watches Derek for an interminable moment before looking back at Scott and Isaac.
“He can stay.”
EEEeeeeeeeeee!!
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