burning their lies, burning my dreamsThe Hales were a small, but tight knit family. They kept their family close, kept their secrets hidden. They integrated themselves into the town, made themselves valuable. Olivia as a cop, Talia as the coroner, Robert as a forest ranger, Ana as a substitute teacher and music instructor. Laura, the twins Christian and Emily, and Derek were all in high school, a year apart with Laura as a senior. Their human cousins, Wendy and Parker were six and three, at the start of their lives.Being together since high school but refusing the bite was always a sore subject between Peter and Ana, especially when it resulted in two human children. She chose to ignore his dark side, his almost gleeful nature when giving into the wolf’s thirst for blood, because she loved him and he loved her and their children. She would’ve been a fool to think that harmony could last for them with a hunter family in town. It’s in her favorite place of the house, the basement with beautiful acoustics where she teaches piano, that she - along with her two sisters in law, her brother in law, her nephew, her niece, and her two children - meet their inevitable end.
ThreeFour times Dean’s loved ones overcame mind control for him.
The words are innocuous, the tone is not, and Mike can feel it unfurling inside of him, stretching out, smugly making itself at home under his skin. He can’t do this.
He grips the edge of the table in front of him, drops his head to his chest.
Mike rolls his shoulders, grabs the folders off the table, and smooths his tie down as he turns and goes to walk by Harvey and out of the file room. Harvey leans in as he walks by, eyes intent as Mike tries to avoid eye contact, tries to avoid even the smallest touch.
He fails miserably.
The word is little more than a pained sigh, but he knows Harvey hears it by the change in his expression, how quickly he goes from comfortably cocky to disarmingly confused.
Mike turns, faces him. “Just…stop. Please.”
This isn’t the right time to be having this conversation, and it’s definitely not the right place, but Mike can’t keep going on like this, can’t keep playing along. It hurts too much.
“Stop doing what?”
“This. Stop pushing what I can’t have into my face. It’s cruel.”
Mike goes for the door and Harvey steps around him, shuts the door with one outstretched hand. Mike stares at the closed door, closes his eyes, deliberately does not ask Harvey to move.
“Who says you can’t have me?”
Mike looks at him. Does he really need to say it? Does he?
“Ask me.” Harvey drops his hand, slips in the space between Mike and the door so that they’re chest to chest, Harvey’s back flat against the file room door. “The answer may surprise you.”
I know I’ve been sobbing and gushing about my poor baby Stiles since S2 ended, so today I’m going to take a slightly different tack.
Let’s talk about his flaws.
This is inspired by the recent discussion on Nice Guy Stiles that has re-emerged thanks to Jeff Davis’s worrisome comments about how Stiles is still in love with Lydia next season. Because Stiles? Is obviously not perfect, and I’ve probably glossed over that while I’ve been clutching my little Stiles pillow over here in my very sketchy corner. I’ve talked before about how callous Stiles can be to people outside his small circle and how vulnerable he can be to darkness because he understands its temptation in a way Scott can’t, but I haven’t really talked about the Nice Guy side to Stiles, and I want to muse about this in the context of a broader, more fundamental character flaw.
Because I think his deepest flaws come from the same place as his deepest strength.
Let me be clear: I completely understand why people think Stiles is a Nice Guy, because I too find his obsession with Lydia a really troubling storyline that does Stiles no favors. Stiles doesn’t explicitly push himself on Lydia or demand anything in return for buying her a bunch of gifts, but he doesn’t really respect her boundaries either, because he’s been hovering near her for ten years in the hope that she’ll finally *see* him. I actually believe that he never realized how much she loved Jackson before 2x12, because Lydia herself never appeared to, but the way he took that opportunity after their break-up to go to the dance and icerink with her highlights how stubborn and forever-living-in-hope he is - how he still thinks the reason she won’t accept him is because she’s never truly given him a chance, when he deserves a chance. When nobody owes anyone anything.
This is the primary reason I cannot support Stydia, because that would position Lydia as the “reward” for Stiles’s perseverance. Which is gross. Which is why Jeff Davis’s comment that Stiles *still* can’t let go of her next season is so troubling; though I believe that Stiles will try to let go of her, and simply fail.
So I’m not going to defend this side of Stiles. But what I want to say is that I think - OH GOD I HOPE - that the show will actually explore this as a character flaw, rather than something romantic we should be swooning over. I know that Jeff Davis talked about the beauty of Dylan’s eyes as he looked at Holland Roden, but I understood this as praising the poignancy of the actors’ chemistry, not the beauty of Stiles’s love for Lydia. Because I honestly believe that Stiles does have a love for Lydia that Dylan is conveying here in the raw emotion of his eyes, even if it’s more for the Lydia he believes exists below the surface rather than whoever Lydia wants to be, and I believe you can truly love someone while still deserving nothing in return.
See, I think that this inability to let go is the dark side to how deeply Stiles can care for the few people in his life. In the same way that he can be a bit callous to those outside his small circle, he can be overly attached to those within it. We all know that Stiles is protective and loyal to the death, but we haven’t really talked about the flipside of that: the way that Stiles cares so, so deeply that the bonds become chains he can’t let go of when he knows he should.
This all goes back, I think, to his mom.
You should have looked for me when I was in Purgatory.
He didn’t even clean himself up.
He just went straight to Dean.
Derek is about to receive the worst news of his life.
SO DO YOU SPEND EVERY WAKING MOMENT TRYING TO LIVE UP TO YOUR USERNAME OR WHAT >:(
THANKS FOR BREAKING MY HEART
HE LOOKS LIKE A TINY PUPPY
HE’S GOT ACTUAL PUPPY EYES
HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO HIM
HOW COULD YOU MAKE US
”I had to find you. Tell you I need you.”
How often do you think angels apologize to humans? For anything?