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de-constructmybones · 6 months
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Dylan Sprayberry in Ryan Kelley's instagram video
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Just saw the teen wolf movie trailer.
I just KNOW it’s not going to live up to the hype (which I meant - most of the buzz is already consisting of wildly mixed reviews lmao). There’s no way you can bring back the series’ best villain without bringing back the people who elevated the role. I just can’t see it.
But I also know I’m going to be that trash fan who watches it because even though there is going to be large glaring holes in the shape of Stiles and Kira - there will at least be the others, and somehow Allison????
Which, btw?? Her not being dead feels like it invalidates a big part of the season 3b arc.
Let’s hope they manage to salvage it somehow.
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nickiewrites · 2 years
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*Me, realizing there will have to be at least a 15 year jump between the end of the TW series and the TW movie*: “They’re gonna be like… in their 30’s wtf”
*Me, also realizing all the actors are actually in their 30’s*
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love-13 · 2 years
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I think i’ve seen this film before…
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story-addict · 11 months
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WHY DID NOBODY TOLD ME THAT PETER HALE WAS IN SUPERMAN AND LOIS?!?!
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whitedahlia13 · 4 months
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Are you ever just taking a walk and you think about how—even though Stydia only locked lips twice in six seasons of TW—those two kisses are the most passionate and meaningful of the series? How their first kiss helps Stiles catch his breath and the second leaves Lydia breathless... I mean, it's just so beautiful. A full circle moment. iltsm
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raekensarcher · 7 months
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All About Control CH. 19
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“Okay. Well, I feel great about our odds. How about you?”
He gets a resounding “No.” from all parties involved. Regardless, he puts the truck in reverse, and starts back towards the road, glancing at the rearview. The robin’s blue jeep stays still for a few seconds, as though Stiles was waiting for him to be an idiot and double-checking he wouldn’t be, or more likely the thing refused to start up again. 
Hold on, Theo. Just a little longer.  If he’s a little heavy on the accelerator when he shifts the truck back into drive, no one complains.
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invisible-storyteller · 11 months
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Derek: I’m awkward and I’m so sorry about that
Laura: I’m awkward and I dare you to tell that to my face
Cora: I’m awkward and I own it, bitch
Jackson: I’m not awkward (totally is)
Malia: I’m awkward and I’m gonna make that everyone else’s problem
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sapphireginger · 7 months
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You Left Me
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A house needed a foundation to build on and so did their pack but by the time Stiles got the pack to listen, they all blamed him. He didn’t understand why but during one pack meeting they pointed out how all of their problems somehow connected to Stiles. Stiles panicked because in truth he was the one who saved them time and time again. So how was he at fault?
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Stiles didn’t know where he was going as he ran through the forest. All he knew was he couldn’t go back. Home wasn’t home anymore as evidenced by the way his friends couldn’t stand to look at him. He thought he could stay and ignore how they avoided him, but he gave up after a week. The final straw, the reason behind him running through the forest, was a fight with Scott. He felt tears stream down his cheeks as he thought back on the conversation they had less than an hour ago.
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“I don’t know what more you want from me Scott!” he shouted.
“I don't want anything from you. I don’t want you around,” Scott shouted back.
Stiles froze and his eyes narrowed. “Seriously? I haven’t done anything wrong. I defended myself. You know that, and I’ve already resigned myself to being ignored by all of you. I don’t know what else you want me to do.”
“You can leave. You can stop filling the halls with the scent of sadness and hurt. You brought this on yourself. You’re not allowed to walk the halls trying to make us feel bad for wanting nothing to do with you. This is all your fault. You can’t blame us for defending ourselves from you. I mean we know what happened to Allison and then Donovan. Who’s to say Lydia’s not next? Or Isaac? Or Danny? Or Jackson? It’s like the Nogitsune never left!” Scott yelled with a growl.
“Allison wasn’t my fault, Scott. That was all him. I fought—”
Scott snarled. “Don’t lie, Stiles. You killed her and you loved it. Stop using him as an excuse for how fucked up you are! Leave! If I see you again after tonight, I will kill you,” he spat.
Stiles felt his heart shatter. When he looked up again and saw that Scott was serious, he turned and ran.
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The blood pounding in his ears snapped him back to the present. His shirt was soaked through from the downpour. It was late into the night and he didn’t know where to go or what to do. Why should he keep going? His dad intercepted a robber while he was off duty one night and was killed. His dad was dead and he had nothing and no one left.
Beacon Hills had been Stiles’s only home since he was born. It was eighteen, almost nineteen, years later and that was still the case. Through all the clashes with various supernatural beings over the years their small pack stayed strong but it was also fractured. Stiles did his best to mend the cracks in the foundation but it was almost impossible when they didn’t have one to begin with.
A house needed a foundation to build on and so did their pack but by the time Stiles got the pack to listen, they all blamed him. He didn’t understand why but during one pack meeting they pointed out how all of their problems somehow connected to Stiles. Stiles panicked because in truth he was the one who saved them time and time again. So how was he at fault?
Everyone had ignored him for some fault they found in him. Stiles knew their reasons were meritless, but it hurt so bad. He stopped caring. When he tripped on a root and crashed to the ground he didn’t bother even getting up. He just laid on the ground letting the tears stream down his face. He was so tired. He was tired of being alone, ignored, blamed, and a part of him was tired of living. It was a downhill slide from then on. Stiles closed his eyes, curled up into a ball on the forest floor and drifted off.
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He woke with a start, his eyes wide as he tried to get his bearings. He wasn’t outside anymore and he looked down to see himself in dry clothes. He wondered how that happened as he looked around the space he found himself in. It seemed like a small cabin but he didn’t remember any cabins in the forest, and he would remember if there had been one because he’d grown up exploring every inch of it. He rubbed his eyes and blinked several times but the scenery didn’t change.
He looked at his hands and counted. 1, 2, 3…all the way up to 10 to prove to himself that he was indeed awake. He was cold and pulled the blanket closer around him. Wait! He looked at the blanket and then took a deep breath in through his nose. When the scent filled his nostrils it threw him into a pile of memories.
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“Mischief!” a boy called out to him.
Stiles beamed and hurried over. “Hi, Theodorable!” he said giggling.
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“Mischief? Did you ask your mom?”
Stiles nodded and held up a sleeping bag. “She said we can sleep in the tree house!”
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“Happy Birthday dear Mischiefffffff! Happy Birthday to you!” Theo laughed and handed Stiles his gift.
Stiles gasped and squealed. “How’d you get his autograph?!” He threw himself at Theo and beamed.
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“Don’t worry, Theo! I brought all your favorites. Movie night is on!” Stiles cheered
Theo curled up under the blanket. “You’re the best, Mischief.”
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“Hello?” Stiles said quietly as he entered the house. He looked around at the now empty building. His breath caught and he teared up. “No! Where’d you go?” he cried out before searching the entire house, finding no one and nothing. He went outside and collapsed on the porch steps sniffling. “Theo.”
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Stiles’s eyes snapped open and he looked around again. “Theo?” he whispered.
“Hey, Mischief,” a voice to his right said quietly.
Stiles whipped his head in the direction of the voice and came face to face with a guy his age. He was gorgeous and Stiles blushed lightly taking in the blonde hair, blue eyes, chiseled jawline (unlike Scott’s crooked one), and the smile. “H-Hi,” he replied quietly. He was struggling to hold back tears when he heard his childhood nickname spoken for the first time in years. Only his mother and Theo had been allowed to call him Mischief. Stiles didn’t realize how much he missed hearing that name.
Theo gestured to the couch. “May I sit?”
Stiles nodded and went to move his feet but Theo simply lifted them, sat down, and let them rest on his lap.
“You had me worried.” Stiles quirked an eyebrow and Theo continued. “I found you. Your lips were blue and when I touched you, you were so cold. I did my best to warm you up but I was scared I’d lost you,” he whispered and started rubbing small circles on Stiles‘s ankle with his thumb.
Stiles melted at the touch and looked down. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “I just had to leave. I guess if dying was truly my goal, I could’ve just stayed and let him kill me.”
Theo growled low at that but with a bemused look from Stiles, he cleared his throat. “Who?”
“Scott,” Stiles replied in barely a whisper.
Theo didn’t stop his growl this time. “He threatened you?”
Stiles nodded.
“Why?”
Stiles shook his head. “It doesn’t matter. Let’s just say I can’t go home anymore. Once I’m warmed up, I’ll get out of your hair too.”
Theo frowned and shook his head. “No. You’re not bothering me and I wouldn’t have brought you here if I wanted you to disappear.”
“But you disappearing is just fine?” Stiles asked, meeting Theo’s gaze.
“I—” Theo started but sighed. He swallowed thickly, struggling to speak with the lump of emotion lodged in his throat. “I didn’t want to leave. I was forced to. They threatened you. So, I left, but I kept an eye on you as best I could. Once I was old enough to deal with them myself, I did so.”
“Really?”
Theo nodded. “There was nothing that would ever stop me from coming back to you. I can back to you, came back for you, Bambi. I’m here.”
“Now you’re here?”
Theo nodded and met Stiles’s gaze with utmost sincerity. “I’m here.”
Stiles tilted his head, his fingers fidgeting with the edge of the blanket. “For how long?”
“As long as you want me here.”
“So, forever?”
“Is that what you want?”
Stiles swallowed and nodded before averting his gaze. “Yeah,” he admitted in barely a whisper.
Theo moved closer, his hand sliding up to grip Stiles’s thigh, the touch grounding them both. “Then I’ll never leave you again.”
“Never?”
“Never ever.”
“Promise?” Stiles inquired, leaning closer, unaware he was doing so but not pulling back nonetheless.
Theo shook his head, stopping just short of kissing the amber eyed man. “I promise.”
Stiles closed the remaining distance between their lips and sighed into the kiss, finally finding what had been missing all these years and vowing to never let go of Theo, to never let go of his happiness, ever again.
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vmures · 1 year
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@stetersecretsanta2022 I'm delighted to present my 2022 Steter Secret Santa offering. Happy Holidays, @midmorning-bomb!!! May the season be bright and next year full of blessings!
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Pins & Needles (6444 words) by vMures Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Peter Hale, Derek Hale, Sheriff Stilinski, Jordan Parrish, Chris Argent Additional Tags: Steter Secret Santa 2022, Steter Secret Santa, Post-Canon, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Season/Series 04, Alternate Universe - Flower Shop & Tattoo Parlor, Minor Chris Argent/Sheriff Stilinski, Fluff, Snark, Humor, Minor Original Character(s), Reunions, Not Beta Read Summary: Ten years have passed since Stiles left Beacon Hills certain he’d never return. But a lot changed in ten years–his dreams and goals among them. So now he’s back and opening a tattoo shop and completely determined to avoid the proprietor of the upscale florist across the street because he really doesn’t need that kind of judgment in his life.
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howlercon · 2 years
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Photos from Howler Con have now been added to our gallery! Head to our site for more. 
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msginnymalfoy · 2 years
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Yes Scott, YOU are my The Hot Girl 😻
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joannsays · 5 months
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I never get tired of rereading this. Never!
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nickiewrites · 1 year
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Is it just me or did the Teen Wolf movie just feel like season 3 all over again???
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exlibrisfangirl · 2 years
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Sorry did I read that right you are meeting JR Bourne tomorrow????????????
YES, @angel-in-a-big-blue-box AND I ARE AT THE HOWLER REUNION, AND WE GET TO TAKE PHOTOS WITH HIM AND HOECH TODAY AND TOMORROW. I AM GOING TO BE SO NORMAL ABOUT THIS. <- My phone tried to autocorrect "normal" to "Normandy" for some reason, and that is now our new favorite inside joke. 😆
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whitedahlia13 · 8 months
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Her lips brushed softly against his mouth he caressed her cheek held her hair in his hands sending shivers down her spine how they trembled for each other… this was a longing neither of them could deny and both of them knew they weren’t leaving each other tonight
-N.R. Hart, Longing
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