When It’s Really Bad Again And It’s Still Way Better Than It Used To Be But It’s Still Really Bad.

I need to have an it/its weekend

sciles season 5 breakup is soooo much it got me barking in 2025. neither of them are talking to the person in front of them! scott is talking to the person he thought he trusted most, the person who knew him better than his own mother when his life turned upside down and never quite righted itself again, the person who was there for him when he feared he may have killed someone, the person who scott's just been led to believe killed in cold blood and hid it from him, and suddenly the chilling of their dynamic can make sense, because if scott doesn't believe theo's explanation, what does that leave to explain the creeping distance between them? what's left? scott is talking to this person in an attempt to give him the benefit of the doubt despite fearing he already knows all he needs to; which is that stiles didn't trust him with this, which means he either doesn't trust scott anymore, what did scott do to make stiles not trust him anymore, or it must have been Bad, or both. it means scott's one safe place to land in this world where violence has become normalized, even and often from friendly faces, even his own father, is no longer the same safe place it had remained throughout all of it, through the worst moments of his life and before, he always had stiles. even when his mom choked on what he'd become, stiles didn't. and now stiles either doesn't trust him anymore or isn't safe anymore.

and stiles does the worst possible thing and defends the supposed violence out the gate! because he's talking to the person he's put on this pedestal, this person who he's watched up close grow from his best friend to a werewolf that could kill him in his sleep to the guy who's saved not only his life but so many others, including the most important person in his life; his dad, over and over again, he's seen scott do the impossible, and then some; even the things they grew up not knowing existed now bend for scott mccall, who no longer has asthma, who's good at lacrosse, who can get shot and stabbed and walk it off while stiles can barely keep up, and the one thing stiles has never seen him do is kill someone. stiles, who checked himself into eichen because he was afraid the thing under his skin would kill someone, and then it did, right in scott's arms, when stiles knows scott had his own version of the same thing, watched him struggle with it, watched him hurt himself just to stop and still never succumbed. true alpha scott mccall. even the laws of nature and unnature know how good he is. stiles watched the same world that tried to eat his best friend whole bow before him, and he watched people who never knew scott before they knew the werewolf look at him like he was their savior, and he didn't mean to start seeing him that way too and he doesn't know when he started to, but he did. he does, and he thinks there's no way, No Way someone like that sticks with someone who looked at a teenager turned killer in their death throes and thought about twisting the knife, self defense or no.

both of them are primed to face the worst versions of the situation and what that means for them going forward; the versions this new world has threatened to warp them into despite knowing each other before they entered it. that world swallowed them down so far they don't see each other anymore! they're ready and waiting to have their worst fears confirmed and in that fear they do the exact things to confirm it to each other!

what's more is that scott forgives countless people who've killed in cold blood and otherwise throughout the show. he has allies who've killed people when they didn't have to, when they did, allies who'd killed werewolves whether they needed to or not. hell, he allies his pack with theo a season later, the guy who fucking killed him. stiles has no reason to think scott would suddenly kick him to the curb for something like this other than projecting his own feelings of condemnation onto the pinnacle of morality in his life. the issue isn't the violence, it's the idea of stiles perpetrating it. scott has plenty of people in his life he's overlooked violence for, including his very own father, he just never thought stiles would be one of them. could be. and neither did stiles! and that shift in their dynamic scares them so much they're already mourning the loss when it's not even gone, just different. changed, like everything else in their godawful lives. they were the only thing left that hadn't, and in fearing for this loss they only doomed themselves to losing more.

Do you even know how lovely winter would be if we could nest and rest like nature intended? It gets dark soon and we're sleepy because we are supposed to sleep a lot.

Let me sleep a lot covered in blankets

❝ And then you'd kill the angel, Castiel. Now, that one… that I suspect would hurt something awful. ❞

stomach hurts from hunger. stomach hurts from eating. what the hell do yuou want from me you stupid fucking organ

something something isaac lahey losing his older brother as a kid and derek hale also losing his siblings, older and younger. isaac staying loyal to derek long past the point that he probably should've only to ultimately be kicked out by derek very shortly after derek got his actual younger sister back, after directly using isaac as a tool to find her. the show trying to imply that isaac was romantically interested in cora but doing such a half assed job at it that it's both possible and objectively more interesting to interpret his curiosity about her as some kind of jealousy. is this anything?

allison and kate is crazzzzyyy like she’s your cool aunt and she’s your dads sister but sometimes it feels she’s kind of like yours instead. she gets you when no one else does. she’s the only one who Knows you and maybe you wanna be like her when you grow up because god forbid you end up like your parents. your parents who think you can’t handle the truth when kate will tell it to your face and you love her for that because you’re not a little girl who needs to be protected. not anymore. you’d follow her anywhere. this is what you always wanted. or that’s what you thought or at least that’s what she thought or maybe that’s the same thing you’re not sure anymore but either way it’s looking more and more like all those times you thought she saw you, it turns out she was just looking for her own reflection in your eyes.

you guys don't get it derek hale is a beautiful pathetic man from the best/worst tv show of all time who has suffered beyond imagination and is a big brother AND a little brother and teens keep BULLYING HIM and he doesn't know how to STAND LIKE A NORMAL PERSON 🧍‍♂️ and he sometimes runs on all fours like an idiot and he lives in shitty derelict buildings 🏚 despite being a millionaire apparently and also he's autistic and also he makes terrible decisions and has never canonically fucked someone who isn't a murderer and one of his only living relatives is his uncle who killed his sister who derek then killed who then came back to life who also starts every sentence with well, well, well and derek works out in jeans in the burned shell of his childhood home and also i love him with my entire heart. and i want to push him in a well.

i don’t think we talk about the way frank utilizes costume, and specifically uniforms, enough. white pants and shirts with sharpied ø’s, the death spells striped sweaters, white standard low wage “salaryman” looks with black ties, the boiler suits, the scrubs, the hospital gown. that frank has always emphasized that he liked “bands that look like a band,” that he stated the jumpsuits were a kind of mindset, that they wore them to understand themselves as technicians, that they would go to work and work on their craft, it was a type of dedication to their artistry. that frank tends to lean towards blue collar workers, towards the unglamorous reality of everyday healthcare workers, towards the unglamorous reality of being one of their patients. that when frank wears white, there’s nothing to hide. all the dirt, all the filth, all the sweat, all the blood, his vulnerability will always be visible, apparent. i think there’s something so important there in his solo work, not only with the content of his music, but that he spent so long dressed in black, dressed in red, in colors that absorb all the filth because they needed to be bulletproof. but that frank chose white as a common thread amongst his solo work, that he would force us to confront all of it there on that canvas, all the blood in joyriding, all the confetti and cake and glitter in great party, all the filth from on stage, all the sweat and dedication, that in a way he made himself a canvas for all that passion and all the scuffs along the way.