i need to find a cute little apartment where i can dedicate a special night once a month to having a bunch of witches come over. and we sit in a circle with candles lit and our hands intertwined and talk about anything on our minds. we can read eachother’s cards and palms and create little good luck jars and write down what we learned about one another at the end of the night. and we could call it “the witching hour,” ugh it would be so cute
12x10 - “Pterodactyl Screeching into the void” - Part 1
My title is borrowed
from @postmodernmulticoloredcloak comment on my crazy blogging after first
watching this episode earlier. I feel like it is a fitting title for how this
episode made me feel. To clarify, these are very very happy pterodactyls.
Steve Yokey wrote this
episode and he appears to have well and truly taken up the gap left when Robbie
Thompson sadly left the show. In fact this episode to me channels the ghost of
Robbie in many different ways. From the fanfiction-esque moments of poor
suffering third wheel Sam, to the meta nod to Charlie Bradbury, there
is much of Robbie to be found here. Basically, it was bloody perfect.
I feel like there is so
much to talk about in this episode that fandom will be chewing on it for months
if not years to come. Yokey has picked up the characterisations brilliantly,
and seems to have an understanding of what the fandom desperately craves in
terms of Castiel, his character, his personality and his development. I adored
his sass in this episode. Some other writers *cough*bucklemming*cough* struggle
to really capture Castiel’s sass and humour. Showing their lack of
understanding of Castiel’s persona and his intelligence and instead writing him
in a way that is jarring and sometimes basically stupid. Castiel is far from
stupid. In this episode he was written perfectly, in a way I haven’t seen since
Edlund’s time. Is that a sweeping statement? Maybe. But I’m still riding my
high so let me have it this time.
This episode gave us
three of my favourite things. Badass and Sassy Castiel, Overprotective grumpy
husband Dean, and poor long suffering brother Sam. (baring in mind this is how
they are usually written in fanfiction nowadays this is exactly my jam and I am
so so happy to see it play out on screen. Seriously who sold their soul to
Crowley for this episode?)
This review will also be
in two parts. Because I have so freaking much to say about it.
The first part will
focus on destiel, the second on everything else including Castiel’s emotional
arc (as separate from destiel), his relationships with angels, angels and
gender and Lily Sunder’s character.
Hi love! What would you say the top ten sterek fics you've ever read are?
This was REALLY HARD. Mainly bc it’s hard to choose only 10. Because I’m leaving off some great fics (which is why there are more than 10 on here :3)! And some I get mixed up bc I read them so long ago and near each other. (You can always browse my fave fic list here) But I’ve narrowed it to this list. These are the fics that really left impressions on me. They’re all amazing and deserve to be read and loved!!! So…have a TOP 27 FAVE STEREK FICS list :DDDD
In Beacon Hills, the two-year war that’s been raging between werewolves and hunters has begun spilling over onto the civilian population. Meanwhile, in Boston, when the tattoo on Stiles Stilinski’s back is damaged on a late-night hunt he begins to have dreams that lead him across the country, drawn by an inexplicable conviction that he’s needed there. When he discovers that Derek Hale began the war after his mate was killed, Stiles finds himself being offered a strange deal: figure out how to bring the alpha’s mate back, and peace talks can begin.
Stiles has a magical thingamajig that’s supposed to get him out of danger. Trouble is, it took him really, really far out of danger. Like, to the point where he isn’t in the same universe anymore.
“A part of Stiles had been thinking that he’d come home, and just go, ‘hey, Derek, are we mates and you just haven’t said anything about it?’ and Derek would reply, ‘now you mention it, we are indeed! Now come to my bedchamber, where we will have super hot sex and then cuddle after!’”
Stiles’ Jeep grinds to a halt, he sees someone running through the rain, he’s not expecting it to be Derek. He’s not expecting a Derek without any memories either, or an Alpha pack that’s coming for all of them. He probably should’ve, because lately nothing goes the way he expects.
Space contains a multitude of different species, and Derek has seen and helped a lot of them in his time taking down branches of the slave-trade organization. But this is the first time he’s seen an Aloshrivnik. It’s not the tentacles that draw him in; it’s the goddamn eyes that stare at him without backing down.
Derek is a professional classical musician who has found himself lost without a muse, without goal and without even a hint of spark. He’s almost settled nearly contently (if not slightly unwillingly) on having to live his life as a recluse, when his sister finally grows tired of his antics, giving him a Christmas ultimatum.
Derek and Stiles have taken out the Alpha Pack and pretty much saved the world. Okay, the town. Okay, their remaining friends. But the Alphas left something behind: a baby. And this baby is an Alpha too. Derek is determined to take care of the abandoned child, and Stiles is stuck going along for the ride.
But Stiles doesn’t expect the ride to include seeing another side of Derek, or to find another way to say “family.”
Stiles Stilinski is the best trapeze artist west of the Mississippi, but that doesn’t do him much good without a catcher. Enter one quiet roughneck who calls himself Derek and knows maybe a little too much about circus arts for someone who was hired to schlep tents. But Derek has his secrets, and so does the new girl, Allison. Who’s being hunted and who’s being haunted, and will Stiles ever be able to convince Derek to help him fly again?