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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. 

I just. I can’t. No can here. Can is on hiatus. Can is never coming back.

Sterek AU: Big bad wolf’s got jokes. 

I ship Sterek because

I ship Derek with Happiness I want Derek to b with someone who - really cares about his well being even tho never says it.

- is ready to cross state boundaries to ensure his safety.

- is honest and frank with him and who calls his bulls**t. 

- gives back as good as he gets. - knows how it feels to have lost family. - can sass him, be playful with him and challenge him.

- can guide him. 

- can try to stop him form getting into trouble.

- can hold him , to stop him from drowning.

- can Anchor him through pain, guilt and sadness. 

I ship Stiles with The feeling of belonging. I want Stiles to be with someone who  - will trust him enough to come to him for help and guidance.

- can be as sarcastic as him.

- will not think twice before risking their life for his.

- will come back for him.

- is patient with him in times of emergency.

- will look for him (under eyes dark circles not withstanding) If he goes missing. 

- will fix his jeep.

- will recognize his bat!

- will know what his emotions smell like.

There is also the fact that Sparks literally fly when they touch!

My friend Dev (she’s not in the tw fandom) found this fucking coke

WITH WHAT’S OBVIOUSLY STILES’ NAME ON IT:

OMG MY NAME

and tries to steal it or buy it off derek

who misconstrues and thinks stiles is soliciting him for sex

and like

DEREK IS LIKE

NO

NO THANK YOU

Well.

“How much? Seriously, if it’s reasonable, I’ll pay it,” the cute guy repeats and he just looks at Derek excitedly.

He knows it’s not the guy’s fault. Derek was turning on a corner, coming back from the grocery shopping, and ended up bumping into someone - his things ended up everywhere. And then the guy - cute moles, whiskey eyes even under the bad light, messy blowjob hair, lean muscles - grabs one of Derek’s just bought cokes and snaps his head up just looking at Derek with want, saying “how much?”

Derek gets it. He does. He was in a corner and he’s only wearing skinny jeans and a tight black shirt with a lot of holes on it and it’s freaking midnight. He probably does look like a hooker who stopped for a dinner break, considering that his groceries most included sodas and snacks. (And not to be cocky or anything, Derek works out. He knows what he looks like, alright. He might be shy, but he doesn’t lack on self-confidence.)

“Uh,” Derek is able to form, when his brain starts working again, because cute guy wants to bone him “I’m sorry, but I wouldn’t be able to do that for money.”

Derek decides to ignore his blush. He is not blushing. And he’s most definitely not thinking that the guy’s frown is cute. Nop.

"Couldn’t you just give it to me, then?” Cute guy says teasing, but he sounds so hopeful and Derek wants to yell hell yeah, I would love to give it to you right here right now, but that would probably go bad; the guy is picking up hookers at a Wednesday night - Derek gets attached and cute guy  just wants to fuck around.

“I think you’re really cute, but I can’t. Sorry.”

“Why not?” Oh man, cute guy has a really nice confused face. “You have no idea how long I’ve been looking for this, dude!” He even shakes Derek’s coke for emphasis “It has been months and I tried emailing an order for one, ya know, but apparently the minimum is a hundred of them at once and I’m thirsty for it, but not that thirsty! I mean, I thought about throwing a party and just sharing them all, but I thought it might be awkward later? Like, I’ve drank your…”

"I got it!” Derek hurries to interrupt and he’s blushing and ohmygod, he doesn’t know if he’s grossed out or turned on (since when Derek finds orgies hot? This guy is doing things to him!),because apparently cute guy almost paid for a thousand hookers and now is just begging for Derek. “I… I’m flattered that you’re asking it for me, really, but I…”

“I’ll give you a hundred bucks!” Cute guys just cuts him, like he wasn’t even listening. “Just, please…”

Suddenly, Derek doesn’t feel so flattered anymore, because—-

"Only a hundred bucks? Seriously?”

"I think that’s way more than fair!”

“Excuse me?”

“If it was the opposite, how much you think I’d charge you?”

“I don’t know!” Derek yells, “I already said I find you cute! I wouldn’t… But if I would, you’re worth at least a thousand!”

Cute opens his mouth, but abruptly shuts it.  ”Did you just say I’m worth a thousand?”

“Not you,” he sighs, because he’s already completely red again, “a night with you, like… you know what I mean.”

“Uh,” cute guy is looking at him like Derek’s completely insane “I don’t think I do. Sooo, let’s make this clear: I was trying to buy your coke, because it has my name on it and you have no idea how hard it is to find a can that says Przemyslaw.”

Derek looks at the coke on cute guy’s - Przemyslaw - hands and…

Oh.

Oh holy fuckin—-This is awkward.

"Now, please enlighten me with your version of the facts,” he continues, because apparently he’s putting things together and enjoying Derek’s embarrassment.

“I… I thought you thought I was a hooker.” Przemyslaw just burst out laughing and Derek wants to die. He does. Please bury him. Now. He doesn’t need to go through this shit, he… “Have the can. I’ll just…” kill myself somewhere else.

“Oh no. I get why you thought that… Now that I am replying our conversation, I can see my mistake. How much. Geez, I’m sorry to harass you. Not that it was my intention.”

"It’s fine. I was the one who got everything wrong.” Because of course cute guy doesn’t want to sleep with him. Derek has no luck with his love life. “Look, Przemyslaw, I…”

“Stiles.”

“What?”

“My name. Stiles. Well, everyone I know call me Stiles. Actually, only three people even know my real name. Well, four now.” Prz… Stiles said smiling. Derek only nodded. “And I know you just said I could have it, but wouldn’t you want to share a coke with me, like it says right here?”

"I thought you were offering me a hundred bucks for sex.” Derek blurts out.

“And that’s hilarious. You’re the only person I ever heard saying my name properly. I can’t let you go now.” Derek huffs, feeling himself blush again. “Besides, word is on the streets you find me cute.”

“I thought you weren’t paying attention to what I was saying.”

“Pfff, please. You think I’m worth at least a thousand bucks. I’m keeping you.”

Derek rolls his eyes. “Don’t get too excited. Let’s share that coke first, shall we?”

 #laura said she was too old for trick-or-treating but as soon as talia and derek and cora left #peter took her to a party  #hale family feels 

That’s okay. Shh, come here for a hug. I’ll make it fit, don’t worry.

Halloween Night

As soon as Laura and Peter get out of the car she was alive and looking around. 

“Uncle Peter, if you see any cute boys send ‘em my way,” she said while unzipping her jacket sleeves and cracking her knuckles.

This was gonna be fun. Way better than going trick or treating with the dweebs like always. Peter had even gotten mom to lend him the car since it was across town. 

She’d choose to go as a last minute biker in one of Peter’s old leather jackets. Peter had opted for being a doctor, stethoscope and a face mask handing from his neck, over dress clothes and a white lab coat.

The music wasn’t loud enough to hurt and the smell of sweat and excitement was palpable.  "I don’t think your mother would like that much,” Peter said with a toothy grin. 

“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. 

(because I got nostalgic and had to write these down)

Think about Derek slowly starting to rely on Stiles. It takes some time, ofc, because Stiles is human and no human has ever wanted to help him before. But this boy does it again and again; putting his own life on the line, lies to his father for Derek and it’s scary as hell the day Derek realizes that he counts on Stiles to be there for him.

Think about Stiles getting over his fear for Derek when realizing that the wolf’s threats are empty, and that he’s had plenty of times to rip Stiles’ throat out but instead used his own body to shield him from danger.

Think about Derek looking to Stiles in pack gatherings, caring about what he has to say, values his opinion. 

Think about the first time Stiles tells Derek “I trust you” that will look exactly like THIS. Because Derek doesn’t trust anyone and he’s not sure what he’s done to deserve Stiles’ trust, but he can tell by the way the boy’s heart beats steady that it’s true.

Think about Derek feeling the corner of his mouth twitch at one of Stiles’ stupid jokes, and then spends a whole day frowning while trying to understand what it means.

Think about Stiles fearing for Derek’s life one night when he and Scott are in the Jeep, looking for him. There’s a painful tug at his heart every time he thinks about the werewolf and it scares the hell out of him.

Think about Derek sneaking into Stiles’ bedroom to the extent where he starts leaving his window unlocked for him at night, because Derek knows how smart Stiles is and chooses to come to him first.

Think about the first time they hug: Stiles still bleeding from the battle and Derek still covered in shreds, and Stiles just throws his arms around his neck, breathing harshly into his ear that “you’re alive” as Derek slowly returns the embrace with hesitant arms looping around the boy’s waist.

(Ninakask and I did a collab of a scene like this over 2 years ago)

Think about Derek letting down his guard around Stiles. Because he feels safe when they’re together. Because he’s not alone anymore. He allows himself to scoff at Stiles’ jokes and smile warmly at him when there’s nothing left to say, watching the flush spread on the boy’s face.

Think about 17 year-old Stiles realizing he’s in love with Derek Hale and it feels like the best and worst thing in the world, because it hurts when they’re apart for too long but he’s too scared to confront Derek about it.

Think about Derek hearing Stiles’ heart skip when their eyes meet across the room, and he’s struck by what the boy feels for him like lightning. It scares him half to death, because his own heart jolts in response to Stiles’ and he doesn’t know how to handle it.

Think about Derek kissing Stiles for the first time, cupping Stiles’ cheek and swiping his thumb across the streak of tears. He can hear the human’s heart speed up as he tilts Stiles’ head up to look into his eyes, and they both sigh against each other’s lips when he leans in to claim Stiles’ mouth in a soft kiss. They tremble, but it feels right.

Think about Stiles pulling Derek into a hard kiss before splitting up, having to fight the battle from different fronts. The pack doesn’t know but Stiles doesn’t care, and Derek kisses him back just as fierce; their hands clasping at each other’s jackets and teeth nearly clashing.

Think about Derek whispering “I love you” into Stiles’ hair when they’re lying curled up on a couch, almost too quiet for him to hear. But he does, and he knows just how much it means for Derek to be able to say it, and his heart swells inside his chest.

Think about Derek and Stiles being a couple while shit’s still going down in Beacon Hills, with new villains to fight and their pack to protect. What a fucking perfect couple they’d make. Wow.

A masterpost of all things glamours, potions, diys and spells to do with beauty.

Spells

“I’m damn hot” fire charm

“Life of the party” glamour charm

“You’re beautiful!” spell

Milk drink (pokemon inspired spell)

Honey gatherer (pokemon inspired spell)

Baby-doll eyes glamour

Venus transformation glamour

Pink sugar heart spell

Moon mermaid “beauty lies within” spell

Siren allure spell

Simple beauty sea spell

Aphrodite spell sachet

Beauty charm bag

Goddess glamour

Forever sunkissed spell

Shine like the sun glamour

Glow like the moon glamour

Godly beauty glamour

Magic mirror beauty spell

Beauty spell bath for witches

Beauty and love bath spell

New moon beauty bath magic

Mermaid’s bath spell

Siren’s bath

Rose bath spell

Rainy’s beauty bath glamour

Glamour bath spell for beauty

Glamour to attract comments (on a selfie)

Powerful spell to enchant someone

Sailor moon glamour

Glamour chants/spells

Basic glamour spell

Potions

‘Strawberry sweet’ beauty potion

Ocean potion for beachy hair

Vanilla milkshake beauty spell

Vegan glamour eggnog

DIY beauty spell tea bags

Acne fighting tea

AJ’s attraction oil

Body

Bath/body product magic

Witchy hygiene tips

DIY natural deoderant

Crystal deodorant 

Aphrodite whipped body mousse

Ode to persephone body oil

Persephone sugar scrub

Honey sugar scrub

Starlight sugar scrub

Glamour shower disks

Cleansing facial toner

Beauty magic: skin cleansing routine

Face wash affirmation

Nail polish ritual

Hair

Hair magic & the moon phases

“Don’t touch my hair” hair growth oil

Aphrodite hair mask

Luscious locks hair mask

A spell for beautiful hair

Enchanted hairbrush

Makeup

Palettes for the witches

Lipstick magic

Siren’s lipstick spell

Beauty magic: lipstick

Beauty magic: eye makeup

Encanto - a makeup glamour to enchant your words

Sigils

The mark of lazea

“I am attractive to those around me”

“Beauty radiate from me and my words captivate”

“Clear skin”

“I do not forget to eat”

“I have a healthy relationship with food”

“My piercings do not get infected”

“My eyes appear lighter” + “My lips are full and luscious”

“My nails grow fast and strong”

“My hair grows long and healthy”

“My hair stays short and does not grow”

“I do not have bad hair days”

“My eyebrows appear full and even”

“My eyeliner is on point”

“I look good in my clothes”

“I am photogenic”

“I am aesthetically pleasing”

“I am beautiful”

“Aesthetically beautiful”

Emoji Spells

Glamour spell

Natural beauty

Blessed by aphrodite

“She was made of sunlight” emoji spell

“Bloom with the flowers” emoji spell

Extra Info

Beauty magic: the basics

Beauty magic

How to - glamour spells

Honey magick

one of the main character canonically bi

female leads who didn’t have to end up with guys to be valued

stiles and lydia becoming friends and going from weird guy obsessed with her two actual friends who challenged each other and others with sass and brains

lydia ‘I’m done with teenage boys’ martin co as lesbian was RIGHT! THERE!

Malia not recognising gender binary or being sexually fluid because coyote

a developed storyline for kira yukimura!!!!!! her storyline was at its peak!!!! season 6 was all about electricity and shit!!!!! imagine how quickly that shitshow woulda ended!!!!!

characters experiences PTSD, This kids real life saw their friends murdered and then went back to school like nothing happened, i watched vernon boyd dying on my screen and i was unstable for a week

MORE!! DEVELOPED!! RELATIONSHIPS!! BETWEEN!! CHARACTERS!! SO!! THAT!! ALLISON!! WOULD!! NOT!! TRY!! TO!! KILL!! PEOPLE!! SHE!! WENT!! TO!! SCHOOL!! WITH!!

Backstories, thank you very much? like for example did the entire town collectively decide that after the hale siblings died, camden lahey died and alicia boyd died everyone in the town would only have one child each

Some real life coherent explanation for Lydia’s powers and why she uses that shit once every season, seriously she could save lives

Nemeton ???????????????

@ deaton, pal explain why you said stiles was a spark once and then forgot all about it

why can peter use dark magic to come back to life but teen wolf wont let scott mccall use his powers to bring back boyd and erica?? what do you mean he cant do that?

Boyd as an actual character with actual depth instead of the prop for derek hale’s angst

dead peter hale would have made things so much smoother

resurrect actual interesting villains instead of pedophile hale, trash raeken and krazy blonde

Boyd: you’ll be shitting on yourself.

Derek: wrong

derek: one of you will betray me tonight

stiles: is it me, derek?

derek: no

isaac: is it me, derek?

derek: no, it’s not you either

scott: is it me, derek

derek:

[later]

isaac: Explosion.

boyd: Destruction.

erica: Disembowelment.

Jensen Ross Ackles once instructed a horse on how to give a blowjob.