geo 🧃

and to prove my point, i never really understood why sterek was even as popular is it is today when they barely even have ‘good’ chemistry to begin with… plus i know derek isnt that old but lets bfr, you cant tell me they dont look like a weird age gap couple between a minor and an adult :’

they should’ve given the werewolves tails ugh

introducing.... my scooby-doo au! 💙💜🧡💚🤎

a loooong, long time coming and I'm so happy to be sharing these ideas that I've wanted to for ages! thank you to every friend who listened to me yap about this over time, you can now officially meet the party as the gang 🙊

(and before anyone says anything about who is who pls refer to this post where I've thought long and hard about this thank you 🥰🥰)

I like to think: mike comes up with the ideal plans, will makes the most out of what's around them, lucas figures out the bad guy's patterns which gives them an advantage, and dustin thinks of elements and solutions the others might miss!

in the movies, it's explicitly stated that the Last City is, as its name suggests, the very last city on earth. it gets bombed to absolute HELL. everything is burning, everyone is dying, nothing survives.

but in the books, this happens to Denver and WICKED's compound. Denver gets overrun, yes, but there's several more cities/communities in canada! theres most likely more in other northern countries, because it's also stated that WICKED is formed from the remaining countries' governments, and if it was only USA and canada left, they wouldve said so, instead of leaving the number of remaining countries unsaid.

because there's more countries, there's most likely more WICKED compounds, more Mazes, more Trials.

In the golden kingdom of Istathia, princes are meant to marry for politics, not for love. But when Prince Will is forced into an alliance marriage to end a war, he finds himself torn between the duty he was born into, and the boy who took his heart the moment Will saw him.

Mike was standing there, close enough that Will could feel the warmth of him even through the night air, holding out a single tulip by the stem. Its petals were a deep, velvety crimson and Mike’s fingers were steady, though his smile carried that familiar uncertainty he tried so hard to hide.

“For you,” he murmured.