So imagine this ending to the Teen Wolf Movie:
Scott purposely makes the worst funeral ever, the flowers are addressed 'in loving memory of Peter Hale, with Peter's name crossed out and Derek's written underneath
Theres no picture of Derek, just a black wolf plushie that their pretending is the body
Eli is offended cause what the hell his Dad deserves better then this but keeps his mouth shut cuz 'Scott's the alpha'
After those who weren't involved with the nogitsune leave, Scott pulls out a phone and sets it down in middle of everyone
A simple question is asked, 'So who's gonna call?'
Eli is confused as everyone starts bickering, Malia is like 'not me, I called last time', the Sheriff asks who's turn it is to call now, someone replies 'it was suppose to be Derek's turn'
Scott sighs and like 'Ok, Ok, I'll call, but I'm not doing this alone. Im putting the phone on speaker.'
Eli looks around confused, wondering why everyone is suddenly so worried and nervous.
The phone rings, then a 'Hello' could be heard as its picked up by the person on the other end
Everyone is quiet as they wait for Scott to talk, "Hey Stiles, we need your help, we have uh, a situation."
The movie ends there, wait for the sequel were Stiles comes, rips everyone a new one for not calling him first, helps bring Derek back, and helps deal with all the other BS plot holes left unfilled.
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“In the war film, a soldier can hold his buddy—as long as his buddy is dying on the battlefield. In the western, Butch Cassidy can wash the Sundance Kid’s naked flesh—as long as it is wounded. In the boxing film, a trainer can rub the well-developed torso and sinewy back of his protege—as long as it is bruised. In the crime film, a mob lieutenant can embrace his boss like a lover—as long as he is riddled with bullets.
Violence makes the homo-eroticism of many “male” genres invisible; it is a structural mechanism of plausible deniability.”
–Tarantino’s Incarnational Theology: Reservoir Dogs, Crucifixions, and Spectacular Violence. Kent L. Brintnall.
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The fact that the Boston transit system has been a garbage fire for so long that our mascot is a sad little man who is literally stranded on the train until the end of time due to a fare increase. Charlie's desiccated corpse has been riding this train since the 1940s and everyone just sort of rolls with it it this point
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DON'T BE SILENT MAKE YOURSELF BE HEARD #FreePalestine
[image description : a person setting on his computer and says " but I am just one person " below are many persons the same way she is on their desktops telling themselves " I can't do anything " and then many more of people the same way End Description.]
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