#eli hale aesthetic

[biggukuma]

The rest of the Hale Family

[xgoddessoffandomsx]

One father commands the dead, the other commands the pirates, that makes him the pirate prince

Teen Wolf + Pirates

Eli Stilinski-Hale + The Pirate Prince for @axelwolf8109

[bunbunbl0gs]

In love with Liam

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[painofhumanity]

Tag Drop;; Riley Hale 🌕

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Derek: Why not a nice leather jacket? It's a Hale tradition!

Eli: I don't know. It's not really Sti- I mean my aesthetic.

(Based off this post)

[princeescaluswords]

"This is the same fandom who can easily see that Eli Hale is implied to be Stiles’s stand in" literally EVERYONE noticed/pointed out that Eli is Stiles' replacement & an almost identical copy of Stiles (same mannerism, same hand gestures, same body language, etc). Not just fandom. Every single review points it out. It's no coincidence that they chose an actor who looks like Dylan, who rejected the TWM. Even Hoechlin admitted that Eli reminds him of Stiles, but Posey and Jeff forbid him to say it

I want to thank you for providing me with a crystal-clear example of what I've been trying to point out for years. This is exactly the "weird, twisted, and bizarre" behavior that Posey was talking about, which by some fantastic coincidence you submitted to my inbox exactly nine years after he said those words. This is what caused Poseygate, this obscene ability to look at what is actually happening on the screen and come to the absolutely wrong conclusion.

You will notice in my original post, that I never said that Eli Hale didn't share any characteristics with Stiles. My point, to reiterate, is that bizarre Sterek shippers see these similarities only in terms of their non-existent, non-canonical ship. They focus exclusively on Eli's choice of wardrobe, his insecurity, his love for Claudia's jeep, his troubled relationship with his father Derek, and twist it to mean "this means Sterek is real!" It doesn't.

Weirdly, it never occurs to them that Eli's character evokes the Teen Wolf aesthetic and that it serves to connect Eli emotionally to Derek, to the Sheriff, and most importantly, to Scott, who is the main character of the movie in the same way he is the main character of the show. Scott is feeling wistful and lost at the beginning of the movie but over the course of the story he re-establishes connections with Derek and his pack and especially with Allison, but he also forges new connections with Eli Hale. Derek and Eli have many powerful moments together, but Scott and Eli wander through the woods, play lacrosse together, fight enemies together. Eli reminds Scott of what's important, while Scott encourages Eli to grow. In the end, Scott and Eli take care of each other in a way very similar to how Scott and Stiles took care of each other.

And not only do Sterek shippers dismiss that, I am starting to believe that they are no longer capable of perceiving it. This cult-like veneration of a relationship that never was blinds them to what is actually happening on the screen. Of course, they hated the movie before it even came out -- to enjoy the story of Eli meeting Scott is to indulge in blasphemy. Of course you think that Jeff Davis could block Tyler Hoechlin, a producer of the movie and the star of his own show, from talking about how much a character reminds him of another character, or that Tyler Posey would even try.

Were they discouraged from doing it? Possibly. Because of people like you and these reviewers who would spend energy on a character who everyone knew wasn't going to be in the movie and wasn't necessary to appear in the movie. I'm sure it's super click-baity, but it isn't what the movie is about, and yet Sterek fanatics are still pursuing the thing that isn't there, that was never there, to the bizarre, weird and twisted exclusion of everything else.

[baocean]

JUST LIKE YOU - TEEN WOLF NEXT GEN

The characters

When the next generation of Beacon Hill’s supernatural teenagers start to wreak havoc, just like their parents. 

Meet the pack

Nicknames + aesthetics

Eli Hale

E, Hale

Camille Whittemore-Steiner

Cam, Cami, Mills

Kiernan Whittemore-Steiner

Kiern, Steiner

Caroline McCall 

Lina, McCall

James Mccall 

J, McCall

Aiden Stilinki 

Stilinki, Sheriff

Marla Brokke

Mar, MB

“Coach Finstock took one look at Caroline McCall when she walked into his classroom and could only guess what he was getting himself into. Then, in walked her twin brother and the rest of their troublesome gang.” 

...

[dear-indies]

Hi Cat! I hope you had a nice weekend. Could you please help me with faceclaims I’ve been struggling with? I’m trying to think of actors and actresses that could fit both the screwball comedy and the noir aesthetic of movies from the 30s/40s. Thank you so much!

Non-binary:

Sara Ramirez (1975) Mexican, some Irish - is non-binary (they/them) - Madam Secretary.

Janelle Monáe (1985) African-American - is non-binary (she/they) and is pansexual - Glass Onion, Hidden Figures.

Women:

Anna Chancellor (1965) - The Hour.

Miranda Otto (1967) - Chilling Adventures of Sabrina.

Queen Latifah (1970) African-American - is openly dating a woman but hasn't publicly labelled her sexuality - Bessie.

Luisa Ranieri (1973) - 7 Women and a Murder.

Christina Hendricks (1975) - Mad Men.

Ruby Lin (1976) Chinese - Phantom of the Theatre.

Ginnifer Goodwin (1978) Ashkenazi Jewish / English, some Welsh, distant German - Why Women Kill.

Kelly Macdonald (1976) - Swallows and Amazons.

Juliet Rylance (1979) - Perry Mason.

April Bowlby (1980) - Doom Patrol.

Zhang Jing Chu (1980) Taiwanese - For a Few Bullets.

Allison Tolman (1981) - Why Women Kill.

Kate Siegel (1982) Russian Jewish, Moldovan Jewish, Polish Jewish, German Jewish - is bisexual.

Ruth Wilson (1982) - His Dark Materials.

Natalie Dormer (1982) - Penny Dreadful.

Emily Blunt (1983) - Mary Poppins.

Kerry Bishé (1984) - Penny Dreadful.

Andra Day (1984) African-American - The United States vs. Billie Holiday.

Nathalie Kelley (1985) Argentinian, Peruvian [Quechua, possibly other]

Chasten Harmon (1985) African-American - Damnation.

May Calamawy (1986) Jordanian, Palestinian / Egyptian.

Janet Montgomery (1986) - Dancing on the Edge.

Natasha O'Keeffe (1986) - Peaky Blinders.

Rachel Shenton (1987) - All Creatures Great and Small.

Evan Rachel Wood (1987) - is bisexual.

B.K. Cannon (1990) - Why Women Kill.

Julia Garner (1994) Ashkenazi Jewish / English, Cornish, Scottish, Irish, German, Scots-Irish/Northern Irish.

Anya Taylor-Joy (1996) - Peaky Blinders.

Sadie Calvano (1997) - Why Women Kill.

Benedetta Porcaroli (1998) - 7 Women and a Murder.

Men:

Burn Gorman (1974)

Chiwetel Ejiofor (1977) Igbo Nigerian - Dancing on the Edge.

Matthew Goode (1978) - Dancing on the Edge.

Oscar Isaac (1979) Cuban-Guatemalan-Spanish - W.E.

Vinny Chhibber (1980) Indian.

Ben Barnes (1981)

Fawad Khan (1981) Pakistani.

Utkarsh Ambudkar (1983) Marathi / Tamil.

Oliver Jackson-Cohen (1986) Egyptian Jewish / English - The Haunting of Bly Manor.

Nikesh Patel (1986) Indian - Indian Summers.

Hale Appleman (1986) Ashkenazi Jewish / Irish, English - is queer.

Ludi Lin (1987) Chinese.

Nicholas Ralph (1990) - All Creatures Great and Small.

Dominic Sherwood (1990) - Penny Dreadful.

Jacob Anderson (1990) Afro-Caribbean, English - Interview with the Vampire.

Daniel Zovatto (1991) Costa Rican - Penny Dreadful.

Freddy Carter (1992) - Shadow and Bone.

Jeremy Pope (1992) African-American - is gay - Hollywood.

David Corenswet (1993) Ashkenazi Jewish / English, Irish - Hollywood.

Anirudh Pisharody (1994) Indian.

Eli Goree (1994) Black Canadian.

Jonah Hauer-King (1995) Ashkenazi Jewish / English.

Hey! I'm not that helpful when it comes to time era asks but I hope you find some suggestions useful!

[new-names]

aesthetic/soft short boy names please 🌷

here ya go!

Alfie

Beau

Eli

Finn

Hale

Leif

Mika

Noah

Sol

Theo

[phoebehalliwell]

Your theme is so cute! Like I it feels so calm and refreshing (if that make sense?) and like it’s to pink!! 💕 i was wondering, do you have any Face Claims/ Fancasts ideas for the Next Gen + Dency? Like how some people like to imagine Melinda as Lucy Hale because she and Holly Marie Combs were in Pretty Little Liars together? Anyway, I really love your blog (and your theme) and I hope you have a wonderful day 🥰

aww thank u so much!! i really don’t have too many fcs in general for the next gen, it’s not really something i tend to do as either like make up an image in my mind and then like obvi i can’t match it be they’re like not an actual person or i like. literally have no image in my head. and so like. i have nothing to go off of. i’ve personally never really been a fan of lucy hale as melinda bc she really just. does not align remotely with how i picture melinda. like her face is just too,,,,, strong, y’know. like she has defined cheekbones and brows all that i just picture melinda a lot softer. also ideally with freckles. i’ve used kaitlyn dever in the past for a melinda fc, if i’m to hunt down a couple more i like ann kuleshova and jocelyn hudon, but like in general (and this is my not like “issue” but problem ig with a lot of face casts) they’re too model-y y’know?? like their cheekbones are perfect and they’ve got a smolder down pat it’s very much like a face carved from the gods very symmetrical form of beauty and i just don’t picture a lot of my characters Like That. like i picture melinda as pretty in an endearing sort of way, not it like a. perfect symmetrical undeniably drop dead gorgeous sort of way. if that makes sense. as far as the rest of the next gen, i’ve used shannon purser in the past as a kat/tam fc, but i always have difficult with those two bc while they’re identical i write them with two Very different looks and really have yet to find like a fc i can use for both that really fits both. henry jr i literally have no idea. i have no visual on him. idk i used a boyband member as an fc in the past. i have no idea what he looks like. there’s just like. nothing in my minds eye. it’s been like a year and i still just. cannot decide what he looks like. for the cupitches i definitely picture them all more model-eque so i’m open to a lot for faceclaims for them. i keep using jellybean from riverdale as peyton bc like. yes. and then i used taylor hill recently for pj?? idk i usually just peruse vanity fair interviews w models for fc with them. and then, usually when i wanna make sets, i will go through outfit lookbook collections or whatever on youtube bc i think the outfit usually says for about the character, and then either the face is cut off in frame or i just crop it out myself. i did that for this pj set, this kat set, and this dency set.

for fcs for dency specifically, i think honestly like a lucy hale / poppy dreyton type would be the most appropriate here bc like. she’s the daughter of cole & phoebe. she will be serving. however, i do picture her w like a very punk aesthetic and would love a good like undercut on her.

and then also while i’m on fcs, i used eli goree & jonathan daviss for the morris brothers (as seen in this set) even tho i did accidentally get their ages swapped 😔

[heartofsnark]

A Hope County Christmas (Part One): The Resistance

Notes: Yes, this is late for Christmas and yes, that means the second part is gonna really fucking late for Christmas. But in my defense, I didn’t get the idea and started writing it until the 26th. It was originally suppose to be just one part, but it got real long and I lost some steam in the second part, so it’s gonna take me longer. So, have this and I’ll post the second part....maybe before 2020. I’ve been talking about my Deputy a lot over on my personal @morbidchild182 but this is the first writing I’ve posted with her. I’m still developing her and working on how I write the characters, so. 

Summary: It’s Christmas time in Hope County and as one might suspect, it can be hard to find any Christmas spirit to spare with Eden’s Gate waging their holy war. Junior Deputy Dahlia Hale fully suspects this holiday will be spent just as every last day has been spent since they tried to arrest Joseph Seed. But, between the Rye’s incurable optimism and the Seed’s...fascination with her, she can’t say she expected this. 

Word Count: 3032 

Warnings: Drinking, play fighting, dumb jokes, dumb christmas shenanigans, Ship Tease between Eli and my Deputy, Some sappy bullshit thrown in for good measure. There will be like Yandere Polyseed bullshit in the second part

A harsh cough echoes in Dahlia’s chest, a hacking noise and her lungs constrict. This is her first winter in Montana and it’s absolutely kicking her ass. Eden’s Gate could only hope of making her feel this shitty. Though, to her surprise the peggies haven’t been particularly active lately.

The Seed brothers are originally from Georgia, the deep south just like her, and she wonders if they’re as badly impacted by the cold as she is. Her leather jacket, uniform shirt and tee shirt under it are doing very little to keep out the chill as she rides her motorcycle through the Holland Valley wilderness. Nick and Kim called her over the radio asking her to head over. She��s hoping everything is alright, she’s not sure how much help she’ll be when she can barely feel her limbs.

She parks her motorcycle by the porch, pulling off her helmet and cringing as the cold air hits her face. There are little twinkling Christmas lights across their porch and the roof, even a few strings around the hangar. They’re beautiful, but a part of her worries about it just drawing in angels.

Dahlia rubs her hands together, trying desperate to regain some heat. Her red and irritated nose suddenly feels wet, is her nose running on top of everything? She goes to rub it away, but there’s a fleck of ice clinging to fingers. Something wet pats against her head, is it raining? She looks up towards the sky. Soft white flakes are drifting through the sky.

Snow.

It’s snowing. She’s only seen snow in movies and TV shows, the white puffy flakes touch her cheeks. Ideas of catching snowflakes on her tongue or having snowball fights flicker through her brain, but she disregards it immediately knowing she doesn’t have the time for horseplay.

“Something interesting up there, dep?”

“Huh,” she startles for a minute, seeing Nick standing on the porch and staring up at the sky, “no, sorry, I just, never seen snow before.”

“What, seriously?”

“Louisiana doesn’t get a lot of snow, seen a few hurricanes though.”

“Shit man, that’s just depressing.”

“As is most of my life.”

“Well, come on in.”

“Sure, but, uh, Nick, do you think the lights are a good idea? Might draw-“

Her voice catches in her throat as she steps into the Rye home, it looks like a Christmas wonderland. A giant ornate tree, Christmas music playing on the radio. A tall tree that the top of which nearly scrapes the ceiling, though it’s bare for some reason. Friendly faces all around; Jerome, Mary May, Grace, Sharky, Hurk, Adelaide, Xander, and Jess in a corner hiding away with Cheeseburger nestled at her side. Peaches is getting ear scratches from Sharky. Everyone except Jess is wearing obnoxiously colored Christmas sweaters.

“Those peggies have taken so much from us, I’ll be damned if they’re taking Christmas too,” Nick declares and she can’t help but smile at his determination.

A few barks ring out and before Dahlia knows it two dog paws have landed on her waist, Boomer demanding her attention. He’s almost as bad as John.

“Hey, boy,” she coos scratching behind his ears and laughing as he gives her a few kisses.

“Deputy,” Kim makes her way over, Boomer moving so she can give Dahlia a big hug, “I’m so happy you could make it out here, I know you’re busy with…everything. It means a lot.”

“Uh, what’s exactly going on, I thought you guys needed my help with something?”

“It’s a trap, Rook,” Jess calls out from her corner and Kim rolls her eyes.

“It’s a holiday party, we have one every year and we aren’t letting the peggies ruin it, here.” Kim hands over a white fluffy sweater, the less ugly of any of the ones she’s seen on her friends. When she unfolds it, she sees a little polar bear face with a sprig of mistletoe by its ear.

“Uh…”

“It’s Christmas, everyone has to wear a Christmas sweater.”

“Except Jess, she threatened to bite me,” Nick says, shooting a slightly fearful look towards the woman.

“I mean, I’d be happy to bite you too, hon,” Adelaide calls out with a flirtatious wink, Kim rolling her eyes as Nick visibly cringes.

“Please, dep, just put on the sweater.”

Dahlia shrugs her shoulders, if her wearing a damn sweater will make them even a little bit happier, it’s more than worth it. The couple has endured enough bullshit with Eden’s Gate, the least she can do is wear a damn sweater. She pulls off her leather jacket and uniform shirt.

“Woo, take it off!” Sharky yells out, grinning like a dumbass and Dahlia’s face flushes red, shooting her favorite pyromaniac a death glare before she tugs the sweater on over her tee.

It’s large, white, fluffy, and feels completely out of place on her. She feels like she looks odd without an outfit that’s at least ninety percent black.

“I can’t stay long,” Dahlia warns as she ties her hair back in a stubby ponytail.

“The lord does permit days of rest, Deputy.”

“Good for him, but I got shit to do,” She tells Jerome as she meanders towards a place to sit, eventually settling somewhere between Sharky and Jess, back tight against a wall and knees pulled up to her chest.

“You deserve a day to take it easy, here,” Kim hands her a mug of eggnog, an odd smell coming off it. It’s probably fine. She takes a drink and the burn of rum hits her, she nearly sputters. Kim laughing at her.

“Can’t handle your booze, Rook?” Grace asks, raising an eyebrow at her.

“Firstly, I legally can’t drink, secondly this is barely fuckin’ eggnog at this point.”

“Eh, who’s gonna arrest you, you?”

“You’re old enough to risk your ass for us, you’re old enough to drink,” Mary May says, taking a swig of her own drink.

Dahlia shrugs, she did drink a little when she was a minor, but stopped when she became a cop. Based on principle alone. But, fuck she’s never actually liked the taste. She’s not convinced anyone really does. At that same time, Nick steps into the room a Santa hat tilted on his head, where he’s stretched over his cap. In his arms are movies, games, and more booze.

“Ol’ Saint Nick!” Sharky yells out and a chorus of groans follow his stupid joke.

“Figure, we’ll watch a movie, get everyone in the spirit, before we play some games.”

“You mean get everyone drunk,” Kim teases, the only one not drinking the spiked eggnog.

“Same thing.” Nick grins and shrugs as he puts some Christmas movie in, Boomer lays against Dahlia’s side as the bullshit movie starts to play.

“What the hell is that woman doing?” An extra looks directly at the camera.

“Who the fuck talks like that?” The acting is awful.

“Oh god, child actors.” The child acting is worse.

“I’m like, pretty sure that’s a federal offense.” You can’t just look through someone’s mail.

“Eh, who hasn’t committed a federal offense.”

“Most people Sharky, most people.”

“Wait that’s the plot, getting her uncle a girlfriend, oh my god.” The plot is stupid

“Ooh, I wouldn’t mind him stuffing my stocking.” The main actor is easy on the eyes.

“Addie, no.”

“Wait, why the hell did he say it was done, if he hadn’t started cookin’ it yet?”

“Fantastic question.”

“What? What? What?!” This makes no sense.

“Holy shit, Adelaide in five years,” Dahlia blurts out when a perverted granny shows up.

“Five years!? How old do you think I am, Rook?!”

“No comment.”

“You don’t look a day over thirty.”

“She’s your aunt, Sharky.”

“Shut it.”

“Is she an elf? Oh my god, is she a fuckin’ elf?”

“Did she just realize she looks like she dressed in the dark?”

“She took her glasses off, so she’s no longer ugly, ‘cause…y’know.”

“The audio is so bad, holy shit, what are they even saying.”

“That looks awful.”

They’re about halfway through the movie, everyone finding every chance to chime in some comment about the crap on screen. She’s drained two mugs of the spiked eggnog, her cheeks red from booze and laughing. Dahlia’s lost count of how many cookies she’s crammed into her mouth.

The movie finishes and she no longer feel like she’s in any state to take on a cult. Not drunk, but tipsy as all hell. Judging by the flushed cheeks around her, no one is any better off except Kim who once credits are rolling suggest making ornaments and decorating the tree.

Trusting drunk dumbasses to decorate the tree, brilliant.

It’s a disaster. Of course, it is.

Jerome makes some decent angel ones, but the religious aesthetic of anything has been ruined for everyone lately. Mary May’s Santa is holding a beer. Jess’s just has ‘Fuck Off’ scribbled across it. Xander and Adelaide keep trying to have sex puns about crafts, too drunk for any of them to be subtle. Grace’s gun ornament is surprisingly well done, but not particularly Christmas-y. Nick’s attempt to make a plane looks like a lumpy disaster. Hurk and Sharky keep trying to put a dick and or flames on everything. At some point someone throws glitter.

It was her.

Sharky tried to draw a dick on her star, so she started throwing glitter at his dumb face. Now there’s glitter everywhere, the Rye’s home will never be free of it. Also, there’s gold glitter glue on her hands and hair where she tried to push it back, because tools are for fools.

Then her radio crackles to life, ah fuck, she tries to rub the worse of the glue off onto her jeans before grabbing it.

“Hey,” she manages to slur even the shortest word and everyone her is snickering.

“Deputy, it’s Eli from the Whitetails.”

“I don’t know any other Eli, you don’t have to clarify, Mountain Man.”

“Right, uh, sorry. Heard about the Rye’s party, knew you were over that way. I, uh, wanted to make sure you weren’t running yourself ragged.”

“Wanted to check in on his girlfriend,” Wheaty teases in the background and Dahlia’s face flushes brighter red, not from the booze. Everyone around her starts to laugh

“Don’t you have something else to do?” Eli retorts and she can practically hear the embarrassment in his voice.

“Don’t worry, Eli, I’m at the Rye’s being supplied with way too much booze.”

“That’s good, well not good that you’re getting drunk, not that I care if you get drunk, I don’t think. I just mean it’s good you’re with friends and y’know what, I’ll stop talking.”  

She can’t help but laugh, he hasn’t been this awkward with her since he talked about shaving his beard and wondering if it made him look crazy.

“Hey, maybe next time I’m in that area, we can see if we can convince Chad to make some Christmas grub and have a little celebration at the Wolf’s Den?”

Why did she make that offer, she didn’t even want one celebration, why is she doing this? It’s so impractical, why the fuck would Eli want that? She pushes hair back out of her face, she’s so stupid.

“That sounds nice.”

“It does? It does. Cool.”

“Well, uh, Merry Christmas, Rook.”

“Merry Christmas, Eli.”

The radio call ends, and Dahlia lets out a breath she didn’t know she was holding, all eyes are on her. Some confused and others smirking at the little exchange.

“Never knew you liked ‘em older, deputy.”

“Fuck off.”

“You really shouldn’t have done that to your hair either,” Jess tells her, smirking. Her bangs fall back in her face and Dahlia sees the gold glitter glue now clinging to the dark locks.

“God damn it.”

“Looks like you were too distracted drooling over your mountain man,” Jess mocks Dahlia with an overly sappy voice. Dahlia smirks back, revenge already in her mind.

“Aww,” she cups Jess’s cheeks in her two-glitter glue covered hands, “that was so cute of you.” Dahlia smears it down Jess’s cheeks leaving a mess.

Jess’s green eyes narrow, a weaker woman might freak out at the anger shown in them. But, Dahlia knows too well that there’s a hint of mischief there, it’s all in good fun. The Junior Deputy pulls her hands away from the Survivalist’s face.

“No killing in the house,” Kim warns and that’s all that’s said before Jess is launching over the table to try to grab Dahlia who’s already dropped down and jolted under it, the two switching sides before the deputy breaks into a run.

Their movements are clumsier and slower than usual, booze slowing them down. Dahlia takes the stairs two at a time, giggling as she tries to evade her friend. Jess’s hands nearly latch onto her sweater and Dahlia promptly jumps over the stair banister, boots hitting the floor with a heavy thud.

“No breaking your ankles in the house!”

“Sorry, Kim, oh god!”

Jess is on Dahlia’s back, bringing her down to the ground and laughing as the deputy collapses under her weight. She’s trying to put her in a headlock, as Dahlia attempts to wrestle out of it. The entire party laughing at their horseplay. She swears she hear Sharky or Hurk saying something about needing a mud pit, but she’s too focused on play wrestling to yell at the perverts.

Her radio crackles again and through the struggling Dahlia manages to answer it.

“Rook, heard the Rye’s invited you over for Christmas,” Whitehorse’s voice comes through.

“That they did,” she struggles to respond as she’s using one hand to fend off Jess.

“Hey, sheriff!”

“He can’t see you waving Nick.”

Dahlia cracks, a fatal mistake as Jess uses it to get the headlock.

“Good, I was worried about you, Rook, thought you’d be running around while everyone else took the day off. I know shit’s tough right now but taking time to celebrate the little stuff is what’s gonna keep you going. Merry Christmas.”

“You guys doing anything special at the jail?” She asks as she tries to squirm away, finally just giving up and trying to stand up with Jess on her back and arms around her neck. It’s a piss poor excuse for a piggyback ride, but whatever.

“Virgil’s trying to get someone to cut down a tree, Tracey ain’t having any of it.”

“I can do that.”

“You’re not chopping down a Christmas tree, Rook, Jesus Christ,” Tracey grumbles in the background.

“You’ve already done more than enough, hell, if it wasn’t for you…well there are a lot of people who wouldn’t be here to see Christmas this year. Enjoy your party.”

“Yeah…Merry Christmas.”

Dahlia feels her eyes sting, she doesn’t expect praise or even acknowledgment of the things she’s done. It still seems so foreign, the idea that she’s actually saved people. That people are here, alive and safe, because of her actions. She can never see herself as a hero, but to some people she truly is.

Jess’s arms on her loosen, before the woman just hops right off of her. A soft smile replacing the mischievous little grin. She squeezes Dahlia’s shoulder, a silent understanding that Jess is one of those people. If not for Dahlia, she’d be spending this Christmas in a cage, if she was lucky. But, now she’s spending it in a rare moment of joy and peace.

“Come on, we gotta decorate the tree..”

“Yeah, sounds good.”

Jess and Dahlia rejoin the party, feral energy out of their system for the time being. The tree looks like a mess. Everyone’s ornament a disaster and the whole thing looking like an incomprehensible disaster. Nothing goes together. None of it makes sense, but it has…character. Dahlia goes to hang her own bad star ornament after hanging the last bit of tinsel. But, it’s nowhere to be found.

“Here,” Kim hands it to her, but the sloppily coated star no longer has a string, instead on a little cap to be used as the tree topper. It’s an extremely sweet gesture, but…

“I can’t reach.” Dahlia makes a show of trying to stretch her hand up to touch the top of the tree, only to come up embarrassingly short.

“Don’t worry, I gotcha bromigo,” Hurk declares before hefting Dahlia up onto his shoulders, she can’t help but laugh, but places her messy star at the top of the tree. Hurk putting her back down with ease.

“It’s certainly…different.”

“It always an adventure to see how it turns out every year.”

“I’m sure it.”

Another crackle from her radio.

“Who’s calling now?” Nick asks, taking another drink of eggnog.

“Eh, probably just Dutch checking in,” Dahlia answers it, “don’t worry, I’m at the party and I’m taking a break for Christmas.”

“That’s wonderful to know, dep-yoo-tee,” John’s voice sobers her, like a bucket of ice water’s splashed in her face, the entire party going silent as he drags out each syllable.

“The fuck do you want?”

“Easy now, Little Miss Wrath, I haven’t even done anything and you’re already foaming at the mouth.”

“Yet, you haven’t done anything, yet.”

“Someone who doesn’t believe in prophets, claiming to know the future, how ironic.”

“Get to the point, Johnny Boy.”

“I do hope, you’ll be more patient once you fully join our family.”

“You got five more seconds before I hang up and get back to drinking. One, two,-”

“While we don’t celebrate Christmas quite the same as sinners do, the holidays still marks an important time of togetherness.”

“Good for you…Can I go now?”

“Me, my brothers and sister like to spend this time of year together, as a family.”

“I’m gonna blow my brains out from boredom, Johnny.”

“A family dinner requires the whole family, dep-yoo-tee, even the members who’ve yet to accept their role.”

“Are…are you threatening to kidnap me for Christmas dinner?!”

“Depends, will you come of your own volition?”

“Fuck no.”

“Then, I’m afraid you leave me no choice. I’ll be seeing you shortly, dear.”

[biggukuma]

Superman & Stiles ( & their Superboy son, Eli )

[origamirp-a]

But can I have a plot based on Naomi and Elys no kiss list? In which both muses are friends since forever, living next door, having keys for each others apartments, dealing with each other bullshit and literally doing everything together, one already outed as gay, the other discovering that he also is very much gay and they just kinda end up together. This could imply first time sex, cuddling, angsty twists as possible. (Preferred for Alan but also works for Aleksi, Arvin, Louis, Hale)

Plot alternative for Fynn: Fynn and your muse are best friends since forever. Your muse considered himself straight with a big crush on Fynn, back when he was a girl. When the topic of Fynn wanting to change, and he surely let your muse know first out of everyone else, your muse finds himself struggling because he kinda doesn’t want Fynn to change but also wants him happy. And once Fynn is Fynn, he finds himself struggling because he still has a crush, maybe even bigger since he is just on Fynns side through the whole time and falls in love on another level. But then, your muse doesn’t consider himself gay and compensates with dating and fucking several girls, not knowing that Fynn is totally in love and pretty hurt by that but they eventually figure things out.

The whole aesthetic of the relationship and the plot is based around what Naomi and Ely share in the movie.

[biggukuma]

Meet Elie Hale, the Derek's son that can't to turn into a werewolf.

Meet Eli Hale, the Derek's son that can't to turn back into a human since his dad is dead.

( sorry for the possibles grammatical mistakes)

[biggukuma]