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teen wolf most iconic moments through the years

teen wolf ends soon and I decided to gather most remembered moments so here they are:

  • scott’s first big concern was finding his inhaler
  • void!stiles the most iconic villain of them all tbh
  • scott giving allison the pen
  • MOTEL CALIFORNIA EPISODE
  • allison stealing condom from kate
  • first line on the show was “stiles what the hell are you doing?!” and honestly i still can relate
  • lydia martin and her famous “someone tried to strangle me and i survived, i don’t need to hide that” quote
  • lydia martin in general
  • derek hale and his constant : / mood
  • “deer”
  • scott’s unsername AND password was allison
  • when XXL condom fell from stiles’ pocket and danny was like ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
  • DUN DUN DUN DUN DUNUNUNUNUNUNUU DUNUNUNUNU […]
  • scott turning from beta to the true alpha like wow what a glow up
  • derek never winning a fight
  • “my mom does all the grocery shopping”
  • when scott “found out” about stiles killing donovan and they recreated Gotta Go My Own Way song
  • “i fell in a hole”
  • COUSIN MIGUEL…… FROM MEXICO
  • “don’t be such a sour wolf”
  •  scott mccall is a hot girl
  • “have you beEN TIME TRAVELING???”
  • the lighting in season 3, R.I.P. you are missed
  • 10 year old plan that actually worked holy shit
  • mieczysław
  • scott always being switzerland while his friends arguing
  • isaac wearing a scarf while there’s 65 degrees out
  • allison moving to france after 3b ha ha :     )
  • the jeep being part of the pack
  • timeline?? what timeline??? what year is it anyway???
  • “you held your breath”
  • boyd’s last excuse to skip school was explosive diarrhea and then he died :(
  • the fidget spinner tattoo you know what i’m talking about
  • coach bobby finstock
  • “MOUNTAIN AAASHHHHHHH”
  • malia’s character development
  • when they got trapped in a school for a night… i c o n i c
  • lacrosse scenes
  • scott being like “????????” most of the time
  • stiles + vending machines
  • matt and jackson basically being ash and pikachu cosplay
  • erica walking into a cafeteria
  • lydia’s banshee scream
  • deaton being gretchen weiners of the show, “knows everybody’s business, he knows everything about everyone”
  • scott’s tattoo
  • did i mention motel california episode
  • derek’s backstory :’(
  • “intense”
  • SCILES SCILES SCILES SCILES
  • stiles’s bat
  • when derek gave m&m’s to children on halloween but then he scared them because he’s derek
  • “be a vixen kira” “ok” *falls down the stairs*
  • melissa mccall being mom of the year
  • scott mccall also being mom of the year
  • “dude it’s beacon hills”
  • every episode
  • every season
  • the whole show

feel free to add more

Lio: *sees a malamute across the street*

Lio: *rushes to closest tree, pees while staring at malamute, kicks up grass, barks*

Malamute: *glances briefly at Lio, continues walking*

Me: *lectures Lio about toxic masculinity*

Lio:

10

The evening before Luthor was to propose to my sister, I got lost on my way back from my embroidery lesson and happened upon his chambers. How absent-minded of me. The following morning, Luthor never made it down the stairs to propose to my sister, because the boy couldn’t bloody walk. And once he could, the only thing he wanted was what I’d given him, the night before. I was good. I was very, very good.

so there’s this local bar. it’s local. kinda cold. down under ground. halfway between the ground and street level. got half a flight of stairs down to it. inside there’s this piano player. he’s jamming. really good. got his hands moving all fast on the black and white. percussioning. so good. keeps hitting the keys faster. more, he demands. they wheel the second piano over. two pianos now. 176 keys. still going. he’s so good at playing these pianos. more, he demands, more. they wheel the third one over. three pianos. piano juggling. so good

6

“The original novel [Dumb Witness] was dedicated to her [Agatha Christie’s] own wire-haired terrier - ‘To dear Peter,’ it read, 'most faithful of friends and dearest of companions. A dog in a thousand.’
I felt exactly the same way about the terrier in our film. He captivated me from the moment I set eyes on him. The little dog, whose real name was actually Snubby, became my dear friend. [..] My now ever-expanding fan club wrote to tell me how much they enjoyed it [the episode], so they also told me, the sales of wire-haired terriers shot up exponentially after it was shown for the first time in March 1996.”
- David Suchet, Poirot and Me

In the aftermath of it all, Catarina can’t find it in herself to be mad anymore.

At the start, after Magnus had portaled home, staggering and hurt and halfway to death with this boy leaning against him, asking that she help this Shadowhunter first… she remembers healing him – Alexander – and feeling rage. With runes stark on his skin and blood on his knuckles, he had been every inch a Nephilim. The Nephilim who had stolen Magnus’s heart.

She remembers the way she’d frowned at his unconscious face, comparing him to the strip of photographs Magnus left on his desk. Watching him lying there on a makeshift cot in the living room, suffering from the shock of blood loss and broken bones, she couldn’t imagine him making funny faces, couldn’t imagine him looking at Magnus with soft, sweet eyes. Couldn’t imagine that he’d want Magnus’s touch, that he would smile that boyish, lopsided smile with her best friend’s arms looped around him.

She remembers thinking, you don’t deserve him. This Shadowhunter, this lying Head of the New York Institute, didn’t deserve Magnus and his love. Magnus, who had started sleeping exclusively on the right side of the bed, who looked at Madzie with something wistful in his gaze every time she ran toward him, who always protected his people at the expense of his own happiness.

He’s too good for you, she had thought as she glared daggers at the boy in front of her, with his angel blood and penchant for prejudice. But she hadn’t said anything, hadn’t rolled him down the stairs, and had gone to help Magnus instead; her best friend, drained of magic and still stubbornly trying to heal himself. She’d gone to the balcony afterwards to clear her mind for a minute, to rest her hands, and now, as she turns around to check in on Magnus…

The Shadowhunter is missing from his cot. Classic. Rolling her eyes, she opens the door to the master bedroom.

They’re lying in Magnus’s bed together, Magnus’s head pillowed on Alec Lightwood’s chest, nearly asleep as he slowly heals from the wounds of battle. His body still lies stiff from the aches of demon venom coursing through his blood, skin paler than its usual golden hue, bruises littered everywhere, yet his arm is still curled possessively around the Shadowhunter’s waist in a familiar motion.

And the Shadowhunter…

He’s looking at Magnus like he’s a miracle.

His eyes never leave Magnus’s and his face is soft and warm and content, like he’s holding onto something he thought he’d lost forever. He looks young like this, the way he smiles and whispers secrets into Magnus’s ear, the way his fingers trace patterns on his bare shoulder, the way he readjusts the red silk blanket so that it’s tucked carefully under Magnus’s chin.

Magnus can’t see it, with his face buried into the Shadowhunter’s shirt, but from the doorway, Catarina can. This boy… he’s truthfully, honestly, painfully in love. The type of love Catarina hasn’t seen Magnus receive in too long, the type that’s as helpless and natural as the sky is blue. And a part of her still wants to be angry, to shake Alec Lightwood until his teeth click in his skull, to tell him, don’t you ever hurt him, but from the way he’s staring down at Magnus with his heart in his eyes, she thinks he already knows.

Catarina starts to turn around, when unexpectedly Alec Lightwood’s eyes dart up to meet hers at the sound of her loafers swishing faintly against the rug. They stare, frozen for an awkward moment, and she nearly laughs at loud at the way his cheeks go rosy pink. She opens her mouth to say something, to make fun of him maybe, or tell him to let Magnus sleep, but right then Magnus shifts, groaning low in his throat, and the Shadowhunter breaks his gaze, mumbling something into Magnus’s hair that makes her friend smile gently.

Wordlessly, Catarina magics the door closed, staring at the smooth black wood as Magnus and Alec fade from view. In the kitchen, she makes herself a cup of chamomile tea, hands wrapped around the soothing, fragrant heat as she sighs in exhaustion. The two of them… they don’t make sense to her, not at all. They shouldn’t work. But Magnus is Magnus, and he’s never done anything by halves. If his happiness comes in the form of a too-tall Shadowhunter with gentle eyes and a cautious smile, then Catarina will be the very last person in this dimension to tell him no.

the world is upside down

For @snowbaz-feda day 4

Snow stares at me, slack-jawed.

‘What?’

I raise an eyebrow. ‘Something wrong?’

‘What do you mean?’

‘I mean exactly what I said.’

‘No.’ He blinks. He looks like he’s in a trance. ‘No way. No.’

‘Snow.’

‘You - no. No fucking way. I don’t believe you.’

I sigh. ‘It’s true.’

‘But that’s - but - no.’

‘Why does this matter? The world hasn’t stopped turning, Snow.’

‘But it - yes it has. Yes it has. I’ve been so wrong, all these years.’

‘You’ve been wrong about bigger things, Snow.’

‘No, I can’t deal with this, Baz.’ He starts pacing. ‘Sorry. It’s just. It’s too much.’

‘Snow, stop pacing.’

He stops and stands in front of me. He throws up his hands.

‘I just can’t believe you didn’t mean to push me down the stairs.’