I Dont Know What To Put Here Anymore

This.

Fucking this.

Aside from the fact he just snatched the Taser barbs like that, sweet holy fuck, can we please appreciate that he pulls the wires like he's drawing a bow? All while making direct, unblinking eye contact with Allison?

He didn't have to do that. He could've just wrapped the wire around his hand and yoinked the Taser away, but he did that instead.

We already know the Nogitsune was in Stiles's head, using his mother's dementia against him, so I wonder if they were also using Stiles's own anger and resentment against the others?

Because Stiles was in that basement with Boyd and Erica. Do you think they didn't tell him how they got there? Or that he couldn't figure it out of they didn't?

Oh, I'm sure he buried that anger deep, blamed it on Gerard, played happy for Scott, but there's got to be some part of him that is still hurt, still angry at her for what she did to them, to him, and that's why the Nogitsune does this. Mocks her by imitating her signature style back at her, letting her know what it feels like to be the prey instead of the hunter.

This is why I feel that the nogitsune is the most horrifying villain that they ever faced: because it took the guise of their friend, the one person that everyone trust and used as a doormat for so many of their problems, and turned all of his darkest inner demons, things that he would never say or do, and put it on display in front of them, forcing them to look at what they had been doing to him

Sure, it wasn't Stiles....but it was.

It was the part of himself that he kept tucked away and hidden from his friends.

Stiles was both the heart and mind of the group, the collective conscience, so to speak. And when you can turn that kind of intelligence into a weapon...you don't have a chance to fight against it. You are forced to confront the dark truth about the consequences of your actions.

“can you imagine the faces their children could make” (X)

In my headcanon the sheriff would love whatever Stiles would present him as a grandchild.

“yeah, can you imagine first seeing him?”

And so, Stiles and Derek are not ready for parenthood and are totally freaked out by their weird son:

Derek’s quiet for a long time, staring blankly, before he eventually offers, “This isn’t what I expected.” Stiles frowns down at the baby in his arms. “I know, right? They won’t take it back; I already asked.” Derek leans over him, peering down at the weird little face. It’s unsettling how thick the baby’s eyebrows are. “Are babies born with teeth?” “Not usually,” Stiles replies. “His grody little snaggletooth is creeping me out.“ “His everything is creeping me out,” Derek retorts, dropping into the chair at the side of the bed. “I’m pretty sure this is because you got possessed by that demon.” “Aw, hell no,” Stiles argues. “That thing was in me for like five minutes, tops. This thing - ” he nods toward the baby in his arms ” - you don’t absorb this kind of evil in five minutes. This is like ten years possession minimum.” “What are we going to name him?” “Beats me. Calling him after your dad seems kind of disrespectful to your dad, doesn’t it?” Derek sighed heavily. “He probably would have found this hilarious. I told you my family’s cursed.” He squinted over at Stiles. “You sure it’s even a boy?” “Dude, I’m not sure it’s even human,” Stiles replies. “Seriously, how come shit like this always happens to us?” “Because the universe knows we’ll grin and bear it,” Derek sighs again. “You sure we can’t send it back?“

“No,” Stiles grumbles discontentedly, and straightens as his father steps into the room. He cradles the baby protectively to his chest; even if the thing’s weird as hell, it’s still his. “Whoa, Dad, before you pull out your gun and shoot the baby, I can promise you, with about ninety-percent certainty, that I did not give birth to a cave beast, even though it may look that way. And maybe this is our fault because Derek’s so fricken possessive of his jizz and refused to use a surrogate so we had to resort to black magic and give me a magical womb - so actually this is Derek’s fault, really - this is your grandson. Probably. We’re not too clear on the gender right now.”

The sheriff sighs, as he so often does when confronted with his son’s verbal onslaught, and holds out his hands, a silent give me the child. Stiles puckers his mouth and hands over his son and watches the sheriff’s face cycle through several emotions, ending, bewilderingly, on happiness.

“He’s beautiful,” his father croons, and Stiles looks over, bewildered, at Derek, who mouths He’s not lying. He looks just as perplexed as Stiles. 

“Just wait until Melissa sees him,” the sheriff says cheerfully, pulling his phone out of his pocket and snapping a picture.

“Yeah,” Stiles agrees slowly. He’s already regretting having shown his father how to use the camera on his phone. “Just wait.“

THIS IS THEIR COME TO JESUS MOMENT.

They name it Herald. It was supposed to be Harold, after Derek’s grandfather, who Derek says was a weird old man and Stiles says that’s fitting, then, but Stiles was asleep when it came time to fill out the birth certificate and Derek couldn’t remember how to spell Harold, so he sounded it out. 

So their kid’s name is Herald, but mostly they call him It. They don’t tell him it’s because they didn’t even know if he was human when he was born because he may be a little weirdo, but he’s their little weirdo, and they don’t want to stunt his mental health. Stiles almost tells him it’s because they loved The Addams Family, but then he thinks about how Cousin It was a weird thing covered in hair and maybe that’s not a great comparison. 

It creeps them out. He is unnaturally silent, always with this bucktoothed little smile on his face that makes Stiles sure that he and Derek are going to be killed in their sleep. Stiles distinctly remembers playing hide and seek with him when he was young, Stiles and Derek crammed together in a cupboard and Derek mumbled, “I can’t hear his fucking heart,” and then It’s creepy little eye was pressed up to the crack in the door like the killer in a slasher fic and Stiles screamed like a little girl. 

Still, they’re sad when he grows up and heads off to college. He’s still creepy; he’s got bad skin and his heavy eyebrows almost touch in the middle, but they kiss him on the forehead and say “We’ll miss you!” which is probably true. And when he drives off into the battered Jeep, Stiles says to Derek, “I think we just unleashed a hellion unto the world,” and Derek says, “Too late now.” And Stiles does miss him, up until a few days later when he goes to clean It’s room and finds a box of desiccated frog corpses under his bed. 

They don’t hear from It that often, which isn’t unusual, nor unexpected. One time they lost him for a few days and Stiles found him sitting in the attic, perfectly still. He said he’d been counting heartbeats and neither of them really wanted to ask whose. Still, they miss him. Probably.

One morning Stiles goes downstairs and there’s a stranger standing in the living room. It’s near Christmas and he has a vague idea that It should be coming home soon, but he is not prepared for the sight of a handsome young man standing next to the Christmas tree. Stiles screams. 

“That’s It,” Derek says from behind him. 

theme: the reoccurring idea or subject in a work of art. Death, life, rebirth, change, love, what it means to be human, the definition of family, the effects of war, etc.

cliché: an element of an artistic work that has been overused to the point of losing its original meaning or effect, even becoming annoying or irritating. (Most clichés are tropes but not all tropes are clichés.)

motif: a distinctive repeating feature or idea, such as the green light in The Great Gatsby. May overlap with tropes and is often used to further explore the theme.

If newer audiences don’t know that musical or literal motif is a good thing and serves to make them feel they don’t have to work hard to write well. They’re prepping audiences for a new way of writing that they think will come about in the next decade(machines/AI/some other thing that will not work)

Family was such a huge fucking thing for Derek and the fact that he gives up one of his biggest connections to his family piss me off.

"But comic lovers know that comics are more than just writing and drawing. There’s something else, a certain spark—a crackle, even—that happens in between the panels. Barda exists in a world of the brightest good and the darkest evil. Characters like Big Barda are iconic because they are so remarkably brave in the face of hopelessness. Barda believes against all odds. Barda is Jack Kirby’s Fourth World writ small—a case study in how nature vs. nurture is truly irrelevant. All that matters is that those who align themselves to good will always triumph. That needed to be in every page of this graphic novel. Well, that, and a few splashes of Kirby Krackle."