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Stiles: Looks like we can't isolate, ignore, ibuprofen our way outta this one.

Jackson: Ignite it is then.

Jackson: *chucks molotov cocktail at Peter*

*Stiles and Scott in a car teetering on the edge of a cliff* Scott: Oh my god, Stiles, backwards! Stiles: Really, Scott? I thought I might go forwards into the river, I thought that would be a fun thing to do.

he's so cute. i just want to bite him. and bite him. bite him again. bite him. bite him. bite him. let me sink my teeth on him.

So I work with animals as a day job and I’m constantly in and out of the vets from day to day and because of this job I know a lot about canine behaviour as well as y’know the basic medical knowledge that’s involved with all that.

All that to say that having that specific niche of education makes Scott McCall so fucking funny to me bc if he has the same training I had (which he should’ve gotten bc otherwise there is NO way Deaton would let him help out with clients like he does in the show), I know for a fact that this boy - after finding out that he was a werewolf - IMMEDIATELY went over the unvaxxed animal/stray dog protocol on himself.

Like I can’t get the image out of my head where like every year Scott drags everyone to Deaton’s office to get their rabies, lepto, distemper, flea/tick/worms treatment, etc.

When Melissa found out Scott probably sighed in relief like, “omg mom this is actually great, could you and all of my still human friends actually get your vaccines just in case?” And Melissa was like “holy shit kid WAY ahead of you.”

Half the werewolves are probably confused even after so long bc they heal right? They are basically immune to a lot of stuff that would harm a typical person or canine, but Scott still insists bc he’s not taking chances goddamnit.

peter hale, my girlypop <3

Thinking of Them

ref under the ✂️

(So for context, I’m a DM and I’m drafting campaign stuff that I’ll probably never use bc I’m insane)

I just had the thought that I find it unreasonably funny and now I can’t get it out of my head so I’m just putting it here bc I need it out of my brain. Y’all think that Stiles and at some point had tricked the rest of the pack to play D&D with him with the thinly veiled excuse of “view it as a training exercise”, and then as subtly as he could manage (which - it’s stiles… so y’know) use his Dungeon Master powers to fuck with all of them for a bit of catharsis? Bc now ALL I can think about is him becoming Fantasy Jigsaw bc he’s sick of solving all the puzzles in their group and now he’s gotta improve everybody's collective problem solving skills.

As a person who has gone through lots of interests and hyperfixations (hello, ADHD) the idea of all your old interests that maybe you’ve grown out of living in a big old house being looked after by Hyperfixation and Passion, still happy and loved and ready to come out and play whenever? I’ve felt genuine grief over fading interest in things I loved and the thought that an interest doesn’t really die, they’re still cared for and safe, that you can still come and visit another day and have fun with them just makes me so happy.

Derek: Damn, we're locked out.

Stiles: Don't worry, I got this.

Stiles: *takes a hammer out of his backpack and smashes the lock*

Derek: You just...keep a hammer in your bag?

Stiles: You don't know everything about me.

[pack training session]  Derek: Wow. Scott just killed Stiles. He wasn't fast enough to untie him before the hunter pulled the trigger.  Stiles: Derek--- Derek: I can't hear you, Stiles, you're dead. Scott, he bled out in your lap. And now you show up at my door. How are you going to break the news to me? Let's see.  Scott: Okay, we don't have to do this. Derek: Ah, hello Scott! How are things going with Stiles, the love of my life? Wait, why are you here at this late hour? And whose blood is that?  Scott: Dude, I get it.  Derek: It's---it's Stiles' blood? This is devastating. I'm inconsolable. And...  [Derek snaps his fingers]  Derek: I've killed myself.

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