Right in the feels.
“I’m carrying a lethal weapon. If I want the curly fries…
I will have the curly fries.”
here’s a thing—
derek and stiles are together and papa stilinski finds out about them and then idk awkward silence whaTEVER but then:
Papa Stilinski: “Don’t break his heart, OK? He’s been through enough.”
Derek: “I won’t, sir”
Papa Stilinski: “I was talking to Stiles.”
LIKE JUST IMAGINE I’D VOMIT RAINBOWS
TEEN WOLF || 2.11 BATTLEFIELD
I have a million boners for the cinematography in this scene. It dialed up the vertigo of that kind of horrified panic.
OH MY GOD WHY WLDFKLDJLKFHGFD
Glancing to the left, he saw a little boy and a couple walking out of the hospital. He detected the odor of sickness. It was coming from the woman. The man and the boy were walking slowly on purpose, to keep pace with her.
“So what does it mean?” the boy asked. Derek could hear him perfectly. “Does it mean she’s all better?”
“Yes,” said the man, but Derek detected the quaver of a lie in his voice.
“’Remission’ means that there’s no evidence of new disease,” the woman said.
The boy was quiet for a moment. Then he said, “How’s that different from ‘all better’?”
The added smell of distress rolled of the woman. Derek knew she was the wife, the mother, and that she was afraid. She didn’t want to upset the boy with the truth.
That she was probably dying.
“It’s not different,” she said finally. She took the little boy’s hand. Most boy’s his age would protest and refuse to hold hands with a parent, but this one clung tightly. All three of them were frightened, but they were drawing a little comfort from each other. Some. But not enough.
A car alarm chirruped as it was disabled. The man went to the passenger side of a Toyota and opened the door. He held out his arm to the woman.
“After you, Mrs. Stilinski,” he said.
“Thank you, Deputy Stilinski,” she replied. She gripped his forearm as she cautiously bent her knees and sat on the seat.
The boy thrust open the backseat door and sat behind her. Derek watched as he straightened his fingers as if to touch her hair, then pulled them back and made two fists in his lap. His foot beat out a staccato against the floor, a nervous tic. The boy was a bundle of nerves, just like him.
The man got behind the wheel and the little family drove off. The stench of sickness lingered in the air.
-On Fire, 197-198
this really worries me.
stiles just has all of this guilt about lying constantly to his father, which not only chipped away at their trust in each other with every new lie, but ultimately cause his father to loose his job.
just because papa stilinski wasn’t initially angry at stiles in this episode, doesn’t mean he won’t be furious in the next one— he throws his glass at stiles.
there’s all this pressure from having to keep scott and derek’s new betas in line so they don’t kill anyone and get themselves exposed.
not to mention all of the mental shit that he’s been through. what with being kidnapped and aiding in the murder of peter hale, mr. harris making stiles his “personal project,” and having to watch his mechanic be crushed to death because he was completely unable to help, i’m surprised stiles hasn’t broken already.
and then in this episode we learn that stiles has basically considered himself useless. he’s 147 pounds of pale skin and fragile bone in a group of supernatural beings who can lift a car with a single finger. everything he’s researched about werewolves is either wrong or just barely within the realm of being correct. all stiles did was put powder on the ground, and yet his face lit up like the fucking sun.
i honestly just don’t know how much more stiles can take.
#might as well change their name to the feelinskis.
watch teen wolf they said
it’ll be a fun lighthearted show they said
No, I’m not sharing confidential police work with a teenager.