#second in command Boyd

[homemadesterekpie]

im still such an og Hale pack enjoyer for real. i think about them all the time these days. Derek, Boyd, Erica, Isaac and Stiles just chilling together.

it starts awkwardly because they’re not used to eachother yet but the sheer instincts they all have to bond together is so strong the awkwardness feels just like background noise.

Scott having chosen the Argents while Stiles chose the wolves there’s this inevitable rift that forms between them. Stiles having been devoted to Scott for so long it’s obviously painful for him for a while and the wolves senses it.

especially Derek with his new Alpha powers, he can smell it on Stiles, his grief at losing his best friend. but he can also smell resignation and insistent determination.

Stiles does nothing in halves, when he’s in, he’s all in.

they start hanging out almost every day. not doing anything special most days. The betas train, Derek guides them, Stiles watches, he reads. Derek started going through the burnt out shell of his home and found some books and other things to salvage and let Stiles read through them.

and somehow that small thing almost moves Stiles to tears. Derek trusting him with the painful remains of his past life. Stiles is barely just starting to understand just how painful it’s all been for Derek up until now. and how it still tortures him. so having Derek casually show him the smoke smelling books and telling him he can read them if he wants to makes Stiles want to do something stupid like kiss Derek on the cheek and hug him. instead he fights tears and he thanks Derek sincerely as Derek just watches him intently.

It feels weird for Derek to have a pack now. It had been him and Laura for so long that his wolf had been content with that fact. but becoming an Alpha changed everything and he doesn’t know how Laura had been able to keep from changing people to add to their pack for all those years in New York because the drive to do so was almost impossible to resist. but Laura had always been the strong one, she had been raised to be the Alpha while Derek had been raised to become her beta. but he hopes he can make her proud. he hopes he can be half the Alpha she was.

its a relief to have numbers though. it feels safer and it’s easier to breath. he has people to take care of now. he has people to protect and provide for. he has people to patrol his territory with. he can secure his territory’s borders. he can start parley with the hunters occupying his territory.

it’s Stiles who brings it up. they’ve been a pack for a while now. almost a year. summer vacation is around the corner. the betas are strong now, they know how to fight, they know how to kill. meanwhile, Stiles has been going through Derek’s books obsessively. He started taking notes on loose paper but then started transcribing them more neatly into notebooks.

one late afternoon, when the pack is spending the day at the small lake deep in the preserve, Stiles sitting on the bank and reading, he asks Derek if they should consider dealing with the hunters.

ever since the pack has started growing stronger and more confident: patrolling the borders every night, contacting neighbouring packs to rekindle old alliances, Derek finally having his burnt out house torn down. the hunters have been making themselves known more insistently.

Chris Argent has been showing up with his daughter in the preserve hiking, more than once, both of them armed to the teeth. Strangers smelling of gunpowder and wolfsbane have been spotted in town a lot more often. actually, Stiles is pretty sure they’re being followed.

even Stiles who doesn’t have enhanced senses, spotted them all over town. once when out with his dad for dinner, a duo of them had come into the diner and sat at a booth not far from them. Stiles was certain he had seen them before. yes, he could swear he had seen them when he drove back home a few days ago after spending the day with the betas.

Stiles had watched as his dad had tensed when he also noticed the hunters sitting at their booth, ordering food. it was only after, when they were leaving the diner that his dad had asked Stiles if everything was good.

Stiles has told his father about werewolves a few months prior. he hadn’t gone into too much details but the sheriff knew about the pack and that Stiles was part of it. so Stiles shared to his dad his suspicions about the hunters. the next day, the sheriff gave Stiles a gun and took him to the gun range a few towns over. Stiles already knew how to use a gun but it had been a while since handling one so he made sure Stiles reacquainted himself. he also told Stiles that he would start keeping an eye on the Argents and waved away Stiles’ protests about not being worth endangering his job.

so this is why Stiles had to let Derek know they should definitely consider making a move. Derek just says yeah they should. he also confesses having been following the hunters’ movements for a while now. Stiles is taken aback because he had no idea of this??? and the betas hadn’t either from their reactions. they all stopped their swimming to look at Derek with various looks of surprise and betrayal. especially Boyd, whom had naturally worked his way to the second in command spot at Derek’s side.

so they decide to have an impromptu pack meeting right there on the bank of the small lake. they have a picnic and they talk things through as a pack, together. it feels so right to do so. this is what things are all about, Stiles distantly thinks as he watches and listens to Derek explain the hunters’ patterns of movement. a wolf pack, deep in the wilderness of their territory, ensuring the survival of their own.

they decide that Stiles will be sent with Boyd to the main Argent house and deliver the date and time and place for a parley meeting. Stiles recites the words he prepared beforehand , making sure to use the terms he learned from all the books he read.

there will be no violence. but if the hunters were to break that rule, the pack would be forced to take measures to protect themselves.

Chris’ face stays hard and impassive as he listens to Stiles but Allison isn’t as good at hiding her emotions, her face betraying her disdain and hatred. Stiles can’t help thinking those emotions don’t suit her, it makes her look a lot like her mother. the entire time Stiles speaks, she keeps her eyes on Boyd but the imposing beta doesn’t even bat an eyelash. It’s only when Allison’s eyes move to Stiles with the same animosity, that Boyd takes a step closer to Stiles, almost moving in front on him. a soft rumble growing louder the longer Allison looks at Stiles.

Chris’ eyes snap to Boyd for a second before falling to Allison and he stares her down until she has no choice but to lower her eyes, whole body shaking in anger. Boyd stops growling but he doesn’t step down or away from Stiles.

when they finally leave, Boyd walks with Stiles at his back and keeps his eyes the two hunters until they’re both back inside the house and Stiles is safe in the jeep.

Boyd and Stiles share a look when they’re both sat in the jeep. words aren’t necessary here. Boyd has done more than words could ever express so Stiles just pats Boyd’s shoulder, smiling and then he grips it for a few seconds. he’d prefer to hug him but in the jeep it would be too awkward so this would have to do for now.

not long after, the meeting happens. Derek, Boyd and Stiles arrive early. it’s happening at the outskirts of town, almost at the border of the territory. Erica and Isaac are stationed close by and they howl in warning when the hunters approach.

when Scott gets out of the SUV along with Chris, Allison and two other unfamiliar hunters, he’s the only one who reacts. he gasps and his jaw falls open in indignation but he immediately shuts it and rage courses through his veins. he never thought he would ever be feeling like this when it came to Scott but here he is. the gun in the waistband of his jeans at his back burns as his hand itches with the urge to take it out. he could shoot Scott, just to show him a lesson, he doesn’t even have wolfsbane bullets, he’d recover. but this meeting is more important than his ex best friend’s idiotic decisions.

he’s seething in it when Derek’s big hand falls to his shoulder and squeezes for a moment. Stiles calms down almost instantly. his breathing calms and he touches Derek’s hand softly with his fingers in acknowledgment, in thanks and Derek lets go. Scott’s eyes follows the movements and vague disgust blooms on his face.

Derek openly stares at Scott as he walks up along with Chris and his daughter. his stare is hard and unforgiving and he stares until Scott lowers his own gaze to the ground, fidgeting.

Derek leads the meeting and he’s surprised when Chris is the one to lead his own party. he was certain Allison was the one in charge now. She turned 18 and had finished her training months prior. that meant Chris and his men didn’t consider her ready for some reason. it must be because of the way she can’t seem to be able to keep her feelings in check. her hatred and discomfort at being in their presence is so palpable, Derek couldn’t avoid the smell even if he wanted to.

the terms of the Hale pack are brought forward. Hunters have a month to leave Hale territory or face repercussions. if they want to parley in the future, after leaving the territory, they will reach out to the pack for a meeting, the proper way. any other manner of ways used to reach out to the pack, will be considered a breach of the terms and the pack will be forced to take action.

Derek is implacable, his word is law. Stiles feels it in his bones, the skin at the back of his neck prickles with goosebumps. the wind picks up, the trees trashing with it and it becomes undeniable just how powerful Derek truly is at this moment.

the nematon is alive. Stiles has been working tirelessly for months with Deaton to purify it and then secure it’s connection to the Hale bloodline. tonight was the first test in checking the connection and the result is more than promising and Stiles can’t help giving a little smirk.

Chris looks around them furtively, feigning calm but there’s beads of sweat forming at his forehead. he watches Derek for a long time as the trees trash and creak under the force of the wind around them. the ground starts to shake slightly, pebbles and gravel rattling about.

it goes on until Chris finally extends a hand toward Derek and accepts the terms. Derek simply grips Chris’ hand in his own and they shake on it. the ground stops shaking and the the wind slowly die down to a gentle breeze.

Erica and Isaac show up at that moment, making themselves known and the entire pack watch as Chris, Allison, Scott and the two other hunters walk back to the SUV and drive away.

Stiles knows they’re out of earshot once the betas’ tense postures finally relaxes. Derek stays tense for much longer but that’s only because his senses are sharper than the betas.

Stiles and the betas celebrate by sharing hugs and a few nuzzles to cheeks. then Stiles walks over to his Alpha and just has to wait him out a few more seconds before Derek’s posture also relaxes.

he reaches out to place a hand around the back of Stiles’ neck and pulls him into his personal space. he pushes his forehead to Stiles’ own and they breath the same air for a few moments. Stiles lets his eyes fall shut and he grips Derek’s henley at his side.

eventually, they separate and Derek’s hand shifts to lay to the side of his neck, thumb brushing back forth. Stiles can’t look away from Derek’s gorgeous face, his heart pounding in his chest. emotions surge up inside of him and the next thing you know Stiles is kissing Derek on the lips, arms around those broad, strong shoulders.

his uncontrollable emotions seem to burst inside of him and tears prickle at his eyes behind his tightly shut eyelids. he wants to give Derek everything. everything he has, everything he is. he wants Derek to own it all.

the Alpha must feel it all because when he puts his arms around Stiles he squeezes him so tight it borders on painful but Stiles doesn’t even notice it.

when they finally let go of eachother, the betas are gone. they probably left pretty quickly, giving them privacy. they probably went ahead to wait for them at the diner where they said they would regroup after the meeting.

Derek entwines his fingers with Stiles’ before pulling him gently towards the waiting camaro. Stiles steps up quickly and lets go of his fingers to instead hug Derek’s entire arm, smiling brightly. he may let out a few giggles, he’s so giddy he can’t help it.

after the diner, Stiles invites Derek over and they end up watching a movie in the living room since his dad is out pulling a double shift but Stiles can’t seem to concentrate on any of it. after the movie, Stiles asks Derek if he wants to sleep over. he can’t look at Derek in the eyes when he asks because it’s actually the first time Stiles does and there’s arousal thrumming in his veins that he knows for a fact Derek can smell.

he slowly makes his way up the stairs, knowing Derek will follow. at the landing he takes off his t-shirt and drops it to the floor. his jeans, underwear and socks are next, then he hears the creaking of the stairs and he knows Derek is almost at the landing.

he enters his bedroom, still keeping it slow but he chances a look back from under his lashes to watch Derek enter his bedroom with all the grace of the apex predator he truly is.

a shiver runs up Stiles’ spine and goosebumps spreads over his entire body. Derek’s eyes are glowing blood red and he’s fixated on Stiles so intently, it’s like he can feel the gaze on his skin like a physical touch.

heart pounding in his chest, he breaks eye contact to climb into his bed and settle comfortably onto his back. their eyes meet again and he watches as the Alpha stalks deeper into his bedroom. their eye contact break again when Derek pulls off his henley and then Stiles’ eyes are naturally pulled down to watch Derek undo his belt.

he’s panting as Derek pushes down his jeans and underwear at the same time and he spreads his legs almost on instincts. slowly oh so slowly, Derek climbs into bed to settle onto top of Stiles and in between his spread thighs.

Stiles rummage under his pillow until his hand finds the bottle of lube he left there earlier in the day exactly for this. he presses it to Derek’s hand. he doesn’t want to wait anymore. he needs it, he needs it so bad.

Derek doesn’t use the lube right away though, instead he folds Stiles almost in half and opens him up with his mouth and tongue for a long time. Stiles squirms and moans, his dick so hard it hurts but he won’t come. he knows he won’t and he doesn’t want to, he wants to come on Derek’s dick, like he should but he’s already close so fucking close.

when Derek finally pushes two fingers into him Stiles is whiny and he’s panting hard. he knows he’s babbling but he’s not sure what he’s saying. when the third finger goes in his ass it starts making an obscene squelching sound as Derek’s fingers thrusts in and out of him. there’s no discomfort at all and he knows he’s ready, he’s so ready. he tells Derek as much and Derek who’s also panting at this point, takes out his fingers and strokes the lube onto his dick before moving his knees up a little for better leverage and lines himself up.

he kisses Stiles as he breaches him and continues to kiss him as he slowly pushes until he’s balls deep. Stiles can only moan and grip Derek’s shoulders hard as the stretch borders on painful for a moment until his body adjusts.

he doesn’t even have to say anything for Derek to know exactly when the discomfort of the stretch abates because the second it does Derek starts moving. slow steady thrusts that leaves Stiles whining into Derek’s kisses.

slowly but steadily, Derek picks up the pace and then they’re both panting too hard to kiss so they pant into eachother’s mouth for a while, Stiles sometimes babbling unintelligibly. Derek then moves his kisses to Stiles’ cheek, down his throat and settling there. he lavishes Stiles’s throat in open mouthed kisses and starts making a constant rumbling sound in his chest that Stiles can feel under his own skin.

with a hand in Derek’s hair holding him in place at his throat, he slides his other hand down to Derek’s ass to edge him on and he starts begging his Alpha to go harder. Derek doesn’t need to be told twice, on the next thrust he slams back in so hard Stiles screams.

after that, Derek fucks him so hard it’s hard to make any sound. the wolf is growling on top of him, leaving bite marks at his throat and Stiles arches into the thrusts, pleasure climbing until he’s on the edge.

then Derek’s thrusts go erratic and he’s growling louder before he pierces the soft skin of Stiles’ neck at his shoulder with his sharp teeth and Stiles is coming. spurts after spurts of come painting the length of his stomach and torso while Derek spills deep inside of him.

there’s a moment of stillness, Stiles breathing really hard and Derek twitching with aftershocks. the moment passes and Derek lowers himself gently to rest his weight completely on top of Stiles. Stiles lets out a small contented sigh. he’s so happy. he’s so sated. he’s done it. he gave Derek everything. he’s Derek’s now. he’s so happy.

when they’ve both regained their breathing and Stiles starts to doze off, Derek nuzzles his cheek and whispers “you’re mine, i love you so much.” in Stiles’ ear.

Stiles’ heart flutters and warmth spreads in his chest.

“yes, God yes, i love you too.” Stiles whispers back.

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Last Chance Lost Fic

Derek smelling something sweet around The Hale pack house and not being able to locate it what it is. Jackson is his second in command, the alpha ack is a threat and they’re trying to find a way to destroy them. Derek realises the smell was pregnant!stiles when he, Jackson and Boyd hear the baby’s heartbeat while stiles is making stew.

If you recognize it send me an ask or IM. Thank you!

[takaraphoenix]

Oh and I am intrigued by the human alpha Stiles you mentioned! Let's say for 17 if that's not taken!

Tags: m/m, established relationship, Pack Mom Stiles, True Mates, Human Alpha Stiles, Erica Lives, Boyd Lives, Jackson Doesn't Leave, Pack Feels, fluff, m/f

Main Pairing: Derek/Stiles

Side Pairings: Scott/Allison, Boyd/Erica, Jackson/Lydia

Teen Wolf Characters: Mieczysław 'Stiles' Stilinski, Derek Hale, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd III, Isaac Lahey, Jackson Whittemore, Lydia Martin, Scott McCall, Allison Argent

@writersmonth Prompts: red + kitchen

Summary: It was a normal afternoon at the Hale House when Stiles first flashed his eyes Alpha red. And over something as stupid as when to salt pasta water.

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My Kitchen, My Rules

Stiles Summer Stories 2024

Stiles frowned as he walked into his kitchen. Yes, his kitchen. Two rooms in this house belonged to him and everyone else was just tolerated in them. Those were the kitchen and the library. And he earned those! The kitchen, because he had supplied all the sandwiches during the rebuilding of the Hale House, and once the house was half-way up, he had put his foot down and demanded them to do the kitchen second (after the bathroom, because peeing in the woods got old fast).

At the time, Stiles hadn't even noticed that Derek gave him full free reign on picking appliances and style, he took a total step back. He didn't think much of it, figuring that Derek just wasn't a fan of interior design. But when it came to the basement, to the living room, Derek took control. And then came the library, the library Derek put in specifically for Stiles, with all the books from the Hale vault. A ridiculously big and amazing courting gift that, again, Stiles didn't see as that at the time, because a library was something the entire pack benefited from.

The Hale Pack was growing and strengthening after taking down Gerard together, with Jackson joining them now that he was a wolf. Things were good. Stiles was happy. Until he started noticing changes, in the pack's behavior when it came to him. Listening to him, without protests – if he put force behind his words. They didn't just do anything he asked for, but if he commanded them, they obeyed. They also got much more tactile with him. And they broke into his bedroom near nightly, at least one beta would sneak into his room for comfort or advise or both.

It was when Stiles' own behavior changed that he realized what was going on though. Because he started to develop werewolf instincts. He'd growl and snarl, bare his teeth as though he had fangs, started scent-marking the betas, not out of copied behavior but out of genuine instincts.

His suspicion was confirmed by the Alpha Pack, who hadn't just come to torment a random, normal pack. No, they wanted the incredibly rare, valuable human Alpha in their pack. Granted, Stiles could have done without the latest big bad being the one to point it out. He would have preferred Derek with maybe chocolates or flowers, confessing his undying love to Stiles. But then that was unrealistic, considering all things traumatic and emotionally constipated.

So Stiles was the Alpha Mate and by being a human and the Alpha Mate, he'd started developing wolf instincts and Alpha abilities, when it came to the pack. It was rare, because usually when an Alpha found their mate in a human, they'd offer them the bite and the Alpha Mate became a wolf themselves. It was incredibly rare for the Alpha to let things run for this long without offering the bite. But then, that wouldn't change anything anyway. He didn't want to be a wolf.

Ever since they'd taken the Alpha Pack out, Stiles got to actually relish in his role – and also to enjoy the perks of new boyfriend. Beautiful, strong, sarcastic, growly boyfriend. Stiles was happy, was in a good place. Having his mate and their pack, the by now fully renovated Hale House that had quickly become a second home to him. Things were perfect.

Well. Nearly perfect, as he walked into his kitchen and found the betas make a mess. Allison was sitting on the counter, Scott between her knees and the two heatedly making out. No sex in Stiles' kitchen, that was one of the sanitary and sanity rules because if Stiles had to cook where he knew the unspeakable had happened, he'd only order take-out from hereon out. Lydia and Erica – also known as the most unqualified people to cook – were stirring something in a pot. Their respective boyfriends were fighting over the pot of water next to them. Isaac was setting the table (aka Isaac was the only one wise enough to only do allowed things in the kitchen).

Stiles brushed his hand over Isaac's neck and ruffled his curls, earning a pleased noise from the beta, as Stiles made his way over to the rest of the betas, a glare on his face.

"What do you think you're doing in my kitchen, you feral puppies?"

The pack froze and slowly turned toward him. Jackson had a salt-shaker in hand but Boyd was holding his wrist tight, holding it in place so he couldn't salt the water. They all looked like a weird still painting. Stiles' glare hardened, even as he started feeling a little queasy.

"We're making dinner, Batman," Erica perked up proudly.

"Whatever you are doing there is not edible," Stiles pointed at the pot. "There is a whole onion in there. It's not even peeled. Why would you… What compelled you… And you two! What are you doing fighting over the salt? What?"

"You salt the pasta water after boiling," Boyd frowned. "Salted water boils slower."

"That's stupid and Stiles always salts it before," Jackson growled annoyed.

The two betas started arguing loudly and shoving each other. He growled at the betas loudly.

"Shut up!" Stiles snarled. "In this kitchen, we salt before it boils, because we want the flavor in the water, besides, only large amounts of salt and much more heat would make that matter."

The betas gasped and actually whined at him, baring their throats and what. Lydia blinked at him, even as she stepped up to her own mate and took Jackson's hand, to stop him from gloating.

"Your eyes just flashed red, Stiles," Allison pointed out softly. "Alpha red."

Huh. Okay. So. That was new. Stiles blinked and swayed a little. Scott immediately rushed from Allison's side to grab him by the arm and ease him onto a chair, looking worried.

"We wanted to make dinner, since you're sick," Erica offered more softly this time.

Heaving a sigh, Stiles rubbed his face. Before he could lecture his disobedient puppies, the door opened and Derek walked in with a pile of pizzas higher than him. A small smile spread over Stiles' lips as the Alpha put the pizzas down and then immediately leaned down to try and kiss Stiles – just for Stiles to turn his face because he was sick, so Derek ended up kissing his cheek.

"I brought dinner, since you're not feeling well I figured we could have pizza."

"Yeah, you're not the only one who wanted to help with dinner," Stiles sighed.

He motioned at the betas and the stove, where whatever Erica and Lydia had made instead of a sauce was boiling over. They started cursing and took it off the stove, starting to clean up. Derek frowned as he took in the chaos, just to shake his head and grab Stiles, picking him up.

"You are sick, you need to rest, not to worry about the pups," Derek declared. "You, bed. And you lot, clean up this mess, I want the kitchen pristine before we even touch the pizzas."

At the betas' whines, Stiles sighed in defeat. "I do appreciate the sentiment. Thank you. But… never, ever touch anything in there again. My kitchen, my rules. Understood, pups?"

"Yes, mom," the betas chorused, only half in jest, making Stiles smile wryly.

~*~ The End ~*~

[ducksinspaceadventure]

On May 5, 1961, Alan Shepard Junior went into space, becoming the second man in space after Yuri Gagarin. That day is also celebrated as Astronaut Day. Happy Astronaut Day to everyone!

Also, since my last post I wrote didn't go down well on Tumblr, in my headcanon, all the DuckTales kids become adults and astronauts and go on adventures of no return. And they'd wear spacesuits. But don't worry, they'll be fine. Huey would be a mission specialist as well as a rocket and satellite repairman and new space exploration specialist, Dewey would be a pilot and the team's chief commander, Louie would be a businessman but would take selfies and often wear a spacesuit. Webby would be the commander's specialist for other things, as well as helping with personnel contact and a computer expert. Lena would be a specialist with magic and would protect her team from various dangers, especially meteorites. Gosalyn would be a specialist for other things, but would also be the main helper for the others. Violet would be a computer and rocket repair specialist, and May and June would be specialists for other things. Boyd would be promoted to an adult and would help the main team and would be an expert in trenches and robots. That's my idea. I'm not sure I'll write a fanfiction about it, but just so you know in the future.

Don't worry, I'll reblog the stuff I'm indebted to and that we all love. 😁

[renmackree]

The lost city of Lycosura and it's people was said to have been destroyed by the gods for their rulers Lycaon's sins - but how could a city just disappear without a trace?

A too-stubborn-for-his-own-good museum cartographer Stiles Stilinski dreams of finding the city of Lycosura and finishing the research of his late mother, a famous explorer.

When a journal surfaces, an eccentric billionaire named Gérard Argent funds an expedition to do just that with group of daredevil explorers: Linguist Lydia Martin, Medical Specialist Dr. Scott McCall, Geologist Isaac Lahey, Engeneer Erica Reyes, Démolitions Expert Vernon Boyd, Communications Expert Jackson Whittemore, Weapon Specialist and second in command Allison Argent to her father the leader of them, Commander Chris Argent.

Will they find the secret city of Lycosura?

Spoiler, they do and it goes about as well as you can expect.

[queenlua]

an unexpected conclusion from my most recent Radiant Dawn playthrough:

....did Ike & Soren just straight up sell the Greil Mercenaries to private equity lmao

EVIDENCE IN FAVOR:

it's absolutely the sort of idea Soren would at least propose

it would be a pretty good way to finance their "traveling the world together for an undetermined period of time" adventure!

why else would Titania be second-in-command after Ike's departure. second-in-command to who. might i suggest: private equity vultures

why else is Boyd so nervous about losing his job. is it perhaps... the parent company threatening restructuring and/or elimination of redundant roles... i'm just SAYIN

[sidecrime]

𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ( boyd holdbrook ) ** i would be willing to let someone else write him**

BASIC INFORMATION full name: cassian vance nickname(s): the silver wolf / sometimes they call him alpha age: 38 height: 6’2” ethnicity: caucasian (northern european features, sharp and chiseled) eye color: ice-blue (cold, piercing gaze) hair: ash-blond, streaked with premature silver at the temples occupation: leader of the wolf pack (a powerful criminal syndicate in gotham's underground) DISTINGUISHED MARKS › wolf’s head tattoo on his left shoulder, a symbol of his leadership. › a a deep scar running from his collarbone to his ribs, from an old betrayal

PERSONALITY & TRAITS mbti: intj (the mastermind) enneagram: type 8 (the challenger) temperament: calculating, ruthless, and deeply strategic. cassian exudes quiet authority and commands absolute loyalty. he is not easily provoked, but when he strikes, it’s with precision and finality. beneath his composed exterior, however, is a man who has clawed his way out of nothing, and he never forgets where he came from.mannerisms: speaks in a slow, deliberate manner, making people hang on his words. when deep in thought, he rubs a silver ring on his index finger—a habit from his youth. never raises his voice; his quiet disapproval is far more terrifying. has an unsettling ability to maintain eye contact for long periods without blinking. CORE TRAITS ✅ strategic thinker. always five moves ahead, he sees every interaction as a game of chess. ✅ commanding presence. his mere presence demands respect, and his reputation keeps people in line. ✅ loyal to his own. if you belong to his pack, he will bleed for you. but loyalty is a two-way street. ❌ merciless. cassian does not tolerate weakness or betrayal — there are no second chances. ❌ obsessive control. trusts no one completely, and refuses to let any situation get beyond his grasp ❌ detached. keeps his emotions tightly controlled, making it difficult for anyone to truly know him.

BACKGROUND & HISTORY› cassian grew up in gotham’s brutal underground, a street rat who learned quickly that power belonged to those willing to take it. by the time he was 20, he had already established himself as a key player in the city’s criminal web. › the wolf pack was once a fractured group of mercenaries, smugglers, and enforcers. cassian united them, forging them into an elite syndicate known for their efficiency, brutality, and unwavering loyalty. they now control a significant portion of gotham’s black-market trade. › though deeply entrenched in crime, cassian is not reckless. he operates with surgical precision, ensuring that the pack remains an unstoppable force in gotham’s underbelly. › rumors circulate that cassian once loved someone, but that story ended in betrayal—perhaps the reason he is as cold and guarded as he is today.

SKILLS & ABILITIES › master strategist: plans operations with military precision, always accounting for contingencies. › hand-to-hand combat expert: trained in a mix of krav maga and street fighting, he fights with ruthless efficiency. › weapons specialist: proficient with firearms, knives, and improvised weapons. › interrogation & psychological manipulation: can break a person’s mind before ever lifting a finger. › stealth & espionage: moves like a shadow when necessary, gathering intel firsthand.

MENTAL & PSYCHOLOGICAL SKILLS › cold reading: can assess people’s weaknesses, fears, and intentions within minutes. › unshakable willpower: pain, threats, and intimidation do not affect him. he cannot be broken. › extreme focus: does not allow distractions or emotions to cloud his judgment. PROFESSIONAL SKILLS › criminal empire management: runs the wolf pack like a well-oiled machine, ensuring profitability and loyalty › negotiation & diplomacy: knows when to strike a deal and when to make an example of someone. › high-stakes gambling: a skilled poker player—though he rarely plays for fun.

EQUIPMENT & TOOLS. › custom silver dagger: always on his person, engraved with the wolf pack emblem. › firearm of choice: a sleek, silenced pistol, used only when necessary. › encrypted burner phones: keeps him connected but untraceable. › wolf emblem ring: a sign of his authority, worn at all times.

RELATIONSHIPS & DYNAMICS. THE WOLF PACK (inner circle, trusted allies) › cassian’s handpicked enforcers, informants, and strategists. each one is loyal beyond question—or else. › he does not tolerate infighting. any disputes are settled with finality. › the pack’s loyalty to him is absolute; they would die before betraying him.

DAPHNE JETT (reliable asset, mutual respect) › cassian sees potential in daphne. her infiltration skills make her useful, but he keeps a careful eye on her. › he respects her independence but does not fully trust her—yet. › if she were ever to cross him, there would be no mercy. › they have a past—one built on violence, lust, and a mutual understanding of the game. ›  they fight, they hook up, and then they part ways, knowing it’s never going to be more than that.

PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE. greatest strength: his intellect and strategic mind—he plays the long game, and he always wins. greatest weakness: his inability to trust. no matter how loyal someone seems, he expects betrayal. deepest fear: losing control—not just over his empire, but over himself. moral code: he is not a senseless killer; everything he does serves a purpose. he does not harm innocents, but enemies? they do not get second chances.

[stelly38]

I really enjoyed A Complete Unknown. Timmy is an incredible actor. He sang and played all of his parts, and sounded better than Dylan (I never loved Dylan's voice). The film gave me the impression that Dylan wasn't a particularly likable person, but Chalamet embodied the role in such a way that the viewer feels sympathy for the character later, when the shit hits the fan.

Speaking of shit, I found it quaint and silly (from our point in time right now) how everyone seriously lost their shit when Dylan went electric, which is what the film chronicles: the period of his ascent (1960-61 or so) to going electric (64-65), and how a large portion of the Folkie movement couldn't handle it, and acted like complete assholes as a result. I mean, the film makes it out like Dylan never strictly defined himself as a folkie, although he was writing and playing folk music.  Everything is a cult, including the peace-love-and-kumbaya-folk movement of the era. Seeger, arguably one of the grandfathers of Folk, and his buddies all looked at Bob like he was the second coming when he sang the lines:

Come mothers and fathers

Throughout the land

And don't criticize

What you can't understand

Your sons and your daughters

Are beyond your command

Your old road is rapidly agin'

Please get out of the new one

If you can't lend your hand

For the times they are a-changin.’

But rest assured that heads exploded when Dylan tried to create something outside of the narrow (and arbitrary) parameters the Old Guard had set. The irony is delicious.

A Complete Unknown was an absorbing bio pic, with fantastic performances from everyone. Kudos to Monica Barbaro, the actress who played Joan Baez, who apparently learned to sing and play guitar for the role. She has a hauntingly beautiful voice. Great supporting cast from Ed Norton, playing a charming father-figure-esque-Pete Seeger; Scoot McNairy, as a dying, institutionalized Woody Guthrie; and Boyd Holbrook as Johnny Cash.

As an irrelevant aside, Timothee Chalamet is the kind of gorgeous, sleepy-eyed, dark-tousle-haired actor that catches my horny-old-lady eye, (which he did before I ever saw any of his movies).  Normally, my instinct would be to drool all over this one, but the child looks like he’s fourteen. (He’s actually twenty-nine.  I had to google that, and I’m surprised he’s that old).  He needs at least another decade or so to cook in the chest-hair-inducing Man Oven before I’ll be able to do any serious lusting, though.  I’ve got a bunch of others that are ripe now; I’ll save him for later.  Tick tock, Timmy.    

Catch this in theaters (in the US) if it's your sort of thing.

[willowmckinley]

since we accidentally gave Raylan a kink meant for Boyd I think it's only fair we give Boyd a kink I usually reserve for Raylan!! So let's do this: Boyd/Tim + jealousy kink

Thank you for the prompt, @itookyoudown! I think you might like this one, I tried to suit it to your tastes.

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“Jimmy, leave us, would you?” Boyd says, without turning to face either of them.

Tim remains at ease where he’s standing, on the opposite side of Boyd’s desk.

Jimmy looks between the two of them. Tim knows he feels iced out, when Boyd does this. He must think there is some secret planning he’s not let in on. Tim grins. He doesn’t dissuade him from that notion. He’d stick his tongue out, but Boyd isn’t even looking behind to grip it between his thumb and knuckle. Seems like a wasted opportunity.

Jimmy shuts the door behind them, and Boyd finishes pouring himself two glasses of top shelf whiskey. Boyd sets the tumblers on his desk and sits in his leather chair. “C’mere,” he says.

Tim ambles around the large, wooden desk. He sits on the edge, a leg propped against the drawers.

“I said c’mere, boy,” Boyd snarls. His voice is tight and sexy, how Tim likes it. He grips Tim by the hips and pulls him toward his lap. Tim lands on Boyd’s thighs with a small exhale. He shivers. He wraps his arms around Boyd’s neck, arching his back so his chest rubs against Boyd’s own.

“Is this better, Boss?” Tim asks. He rolls his hips forward, brushing their cocks against each other, before he leans back. His arms still meet around Boyd’s neck, but his chest is no longer dragging along Boyd’s.

Boyd’s hands slide down Tim’s back, until they find their rightful places on Tim’s hips. Boyd grips Tim again, holding him in place, their cocks aligned. “Your behavior is unacceptable, brat,” Boyd hisses.

Tim’s shoulders shake with unreleased laughter. “Aw, man, is this my employee review? Are you gonna write me up?” Tim asks.

Boyd’s hand is whip fast on Tim’s cheek. His palm pushes Tim’s skull against the hard wood. Pain blooms from his temple. Oops. Pushed Daddy too far. Tim whines. “You will address me with respect, worthless dog,” Boyd commands.

Tim pants. “Yes, Daddy,” he says.

Boyd lifts him up by his hair and slams his head back down on the table. “Have you earned the right to call me Daddy?” he asks, though the question is very clearly rhetorical.

“No, Master,” Tim says. He tries not to slur the words. His ears are ringing. Blood pulses pain into the newly blooming bruise.

Boyd lifts his head back up by his hair and holds him in his eye contact. “Where were you last night?” he asks.

Tim swallows thickly. “I was with Mark,” he says.

“Oh, were you?” Boyd asks, deceptively light.

“He needed me,” Tim says.

“Needed you?” Boyd repeats. His tone is light. There’s almost a bit of humor in there, if you were easily convinced. Tim was not. “What did he need, beast? A blowjob? A tight little hole to fuck himself into?”

Tim shakes his head. “No—he,” he tries to explain, but he is not surprised by the interruption. Boyd’s fingers tighten in his hair. Boyd’s other hand comes up to clench around Tim’s jaw, halting his speech. His fingers dig into Tim’s face, so tight Tim worries about the bone.

“If this mouth cannot speak honestly, it will not speak at all,” Boyd warns. “I should have known,” he spits. “You always were a little whore. First you send your baby-doll fuck-me eyes at Colt. Now, you prance off after your miserable little leech. What next? You’ll be shaking your sultry little ass for Deputy Givens?” Boyd hisses.

Tim’s breath catches in his throat. Boyd stills. “Oh?” he asks. Tim shivers. “Oh,” Boyd rolls out. He slams Tim’s face on the hardwood with enough force to break his nose.

He rips out Tim’s belt and forces down his jeans. “Well, then must I show you who you belong to?”

The first impact against Tim’s back is comforting. Boyd forces his thick cock up Tim’s unprepared hole. The second impact is even better.

[someotherdog]

* THE BROTHERS DESJARDINS .

SILAS DESJARDINS: 40, unemployed vagrant (legally listed as a ranch hand), the family's attack dog. the oldest brother, it was expected that silas would take over the ranch if their father ever died (or retired, which is just another form of death in big don's mind) but it soon became apparent from a young age that silas was not suited to ranching. he had a penchant for violence that big don realized he could exploit. instead of being primed to take over the ranch, silas was raised to help his father in the desjardins' more illicit matters. originally kept close to home, silas was let off leash at the age of twenty—he was staining the family name too much in town with his roguish behavior—and he's traveled the country since, stopping off in little towns and causing as much trouble as he can until daddy calls and says he's got a job for silas. multiple times a year, he returns to the ranch to help his father out and stay for a few weeks before he wears out his welcome and has to be turned loose... until the next job, of course. silas cares somewhat for his brothers, hank more than the other two, but his mother and sister are the only two people in the world that he'd claim that he actually loves. the dark side of the desjardins family is all he knows, particularly in the matters of cattle or horse rustling... and murder. boyd holbrook.

DALLAS 'DALLY' DESJARDINS: 36, ranch manager, the only one that actually does anything (in his opinion). the second oldest, dally originally expected to have an easy life—he was the spare, not the heir—but somehow, the roles flipped; silas became the black sheep, allowed to roam as he pleased, while dallas became the heir apparent. he just naturally suited ranching better, and by the time he was thirteen, big don had turned his eye on his second son to be his second-in-command. dropping out of school at sixteen, he earned his ged and became a prisoner to the family ranch. following after his father for the first twenty-odd years of his life, it was soon obvious that big don was slowing down more and more every month. by the time he was thirty-one, the whole ranch became his domain in all ways but legally. big don still acts like he runs the show, but everyone knows the ranch belongs to dally now. he's overconfident and boastful, given too much responsibility at too young of an age will do that to a man, but he's got a good heart and he treats his workers fairly and (mostly) kindly. he's got a heavy resentment towards silas that's barely a secret, but he dotes on his younger siblings, even if hank gets on his nerves. when it comes to the family's more criminal dealings, dally tries to turn a blind eye, but occasionally he'll have to help silas carry out a job—he tries to drink to forget those nights to little success. in the end, he'd do anything for his family, even if he thinks they don't always deserve his loyalty. glen powell.

HENRY 'HANK' DESJARDINS: 33, ranch hand, the lost boy. the third son and middle child, hank's always been a bit lost in the shuffle. he was expected to fall in line with dally, since silas was largely off the ranch by the time hank was old enough to take on more ranching responsibility. he was forced into a subordinate role that he never wanted, so he acted out as much as he could, but it didn't grant him the freedom or the attention that he wanted. it only made his parents try harder to fit into the family business, and by the time he was seventeen, he decided he was never going to be a rancher! big don and johna pressured him into dropping out of school like dally before him, but instead of joining his older brother on the ranch, he took a page out of silas' book and left for the open road. quickly, he fell into drugs and criminality, taking up with the cucuys motorcycle gang in california. for a few years, he ran with the gang doing whatever they wanted, running drugs and guns, but an atf shootout when he was twenty-four left him with a bullet in his knee and stuck in a cucuys-affiliated hideout in arizona. deciding he was ready to retire from the biker lifestyle—apparently his back tattoo and the oath of once a cucuys, always a cucuys had meant nothing to him in the end—hank retired to the desjardins' ranch with his tail in between his legs. big don welcomed him back... eventually. he had to start at the bottom, then work his way up, as if he had never been a desjardins in the first place. after a few years of proving his loyalty and worthiness with blood, sweat, and tears, hank has cemented his place as dally's right-hand man; his father, however, still treats him like some kid off the street. to deal with his father's coldness, hank is a regular at the local dive bar and his exploits with women around town are legendary (the exploits with men are a poorly hidden secret), and there's still a bit of biker in him when he comes up against anyone that has a bad word to say about the desjardins. hank loves his brothers, but he secretly resents dally for bossing him around all the time and idolizes silas to an unhealthy degree, longing for the freedom that his oldest brother has. eddie, his only little brother, he has complicated feelings towards—he views him as weaker, annoyed that eddie was the one desjardins boy allowed to go to college and live legitimately in the real world, but he'd die for eddie any day of the week. hank is more eager to help with the family's illicit affairs than dally, still yearning for the freedom and danger of being a cucuy, but he keeps enough plausible deniability to keep himself from any real legal trouble—big don only trusts silas with the really hard stuff, anyway. (in some verses, hank never returned to the ranch and he's still a cucuy.) austin butler.

EDDISON 'EDDIE' DESJARDINS: 29, lawyer, the odd one out. the youngest son and fourth child, eddie was of course expected to be just like his older brothers, forced to help out on the ranch from a young age. he was supposed to be hardy and boisterous and rowdy, and though he tried to be like that, it just wasn't who he was. his body was smaller, his personality quieter, and he communed with the horses as if they were friends instead of their livelihoods. big don initially rejected eddie's sensitivity, but soon realized it was a trait that could be useful; all his other sons were pressured not to finish their schooling in order to work the ranch full time, but eddie was pressured in the opposite direction. instead, he'd not only finish high school, but go on to college in new england, then continue on to law school—his older brothers weren't allowed to even think about furthering their education, while he was ordered to get his juris doctor. the only son not expected to work for the family on the ranch, eddie is forced to work for the family off of it. he's taken over the desjardins' legal matters, officially employed at a law firm in houston, but he visits the ranch a few times a month in order to confer with his parents and try to help out with the horses—if his brothers will let him (dally doesn't want his baby brother to get hurt, while hank thinks he hasn't earned the right to be on the ranch). the real black sheep of the family, his brothers love him but see him as some fancy yankee interloper, as if he hadn't grown up on the same ranch with them. he loves his little sister the most, while he considers dally to be his favorite brother since hank annoys him and silas terrifies him. eddie is fully aware of his family's criminal dealings as their lawyer, but big don keeps him far away from any of the actual dirty work, somewhat out of love for him, but mostly to keep his trusted lawyer's hands relatively clean. patrick gibson.

the role of the youngest desjardins child and the only daughter, jolene 'baby' desjardins is played by @thewolfruns

[homemadesterekpie]

actually im obsessed with Boyd hope this helps

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Hi! I’m pretty sure it’s deleted but I’d like to know the name. The fic has Derek smelling something sweet around The Hale pack house and not being able to locate it what it is. Jackson is his second in command, the alpha ack is a threat and they’re trying to find a way to destroy them. Derek realises the smell was pregnant!stiles when he, Jackson and Boyd hear the baby’s heartbeat while stiles is making stew.

I don't know it. Does anyone else recognize it?

[trifoliate-undergrowth]

I feel like how quick Hart switches sides might be something that doesn't work for some people but I love it so much. He starts out as an averagely decent person, a bit snarky about his subordinates but how does one keep from going mad over the winters if not by cracking the occasional snarky quip about the other residents of Fort Spencer, he goes out of his way to try to make newcomer Boyd feel included, he keeps the fort functioning on a minimal level but doesn't have too high standards--which you could see as a good or bad thing, I feel like Reich would want there to be higher standards and more discipline, but this is Fort Spencer at the edge of buttfucknowhere, the place where fail soldiers get sent to rot, they're not important and Hart knows it and it seems like he mostly leaves everyone alone to do as they please. But he takes command when necessary, getting everyone together to look for and then care for Colqhoun and then organizing the attempted cave rescue. He doesn't seem overly worried about the supernatural but also isn't stupid about it and takes the precaution of tying Colqhoun up when he starts exhibiting some bloodlusty behaviors. He studies "classical" ancient languages as well as the languages of the local Native Americans. He's a neat character.

And then he gets stabbed multiple times! He starts to die, he knows he's dying and he panics. Ives feeds him and he accepts what cannibalism offers him wholeheartedly. Not just not dying, but a complete and rapid recovery, strength, health, better eyesight, his hair starts to un-grey. And he just has to kill people! So he kills people! He kills and helps cook at least two of his own men and is downright jolly about it! This guy just had a traumatizing near death experience during which everyone else in his party either died or disappeared and now Ives is like "I've saved your life. Join my cannibalism club™" and he does. He does do that.

The way he tells Boyd that by the time he was conscious enough to understand what was happening it was already too late says a lot to me. I think he wants to believe he has no agency in the cannibalism so he doesn't feel guilt about it. So he's deep deep in denial until that talk with Boyd, thus the outburst, and then finally he really looks at what's going on and he's like. No yeah you're right I can't keep doing this. Please kill me I can't keep living at the expense of others.

The fact that while he was coughing up blood and actively dying at the cave he encouraged Boyd to leave him behind and go try to save Toffler from Ives, and then later on he definitely ate Toffler...

It just all makes sense to me. He's a very human character, with moments of cowardice and of heroism. And I really like the acceptance of death framed as something heroic. And this is not long after an extremely painful and traumatizing first death! He willingly chooses to die a second time rather than keep living the way he's been living. I love him.

[calamitaswrath]

Cal Lucia plays Fire Emblem Path of Radiance: Chapter 18

So, there's still the whole subplot going on with a spy. . . my instinct is still that it's Volke, but at the same time, he also seems just a bit too obvious. Other than that, not much to take away from the conversation between the Black Knight and Ashnard. Only thing that comes to mind is that Ashnard wants either Reyson or Leanne and Mist's medallion - that the medallion is important is something I already kinda figured out, but so far I have no clue as to how Leanne and Reyson connect to whatever Ashnard has in mind.

With regards to base conversations: pfft, Ike's really not used to being commander. It's fun! Also some backstory drops for Ashnard from Tanith which are appreciated. And Tormod and Muarim get to talk about still being there, which. . . rrgh, I'm honestly kinda sorry that I benched them. This game just has too many characters that are interesting to me for me to give them all a shot.

Also got Jill and Mist's A support! First A support I got, and a pretty nice one.

And then I did Jill's B support with Lethe, and. . . damn, that was a lore-heavy one for only a B one. Now I'm really bummed that I can only have five total. . .

Reyson joins! To be honest I already gathered that he is basically the dancer in this game, so no big surprise there. What is a bit surprising though is that you can just turn him down and get an item out of it. Renewal is a great skill I'm sure, but I'd rather have the dancer.

. . .And come to think of it, maybe I should have saved the boots for him. I ended up giving them to Soren in the last chapter because I was annoyed at his five movement range, but maybe giving them to Reyson would've been the better investment.

I got Janaff and Ulki as well. . . oof, as if I didn't have enough trouble deciding who to bring already. For this map, I benched Ulki, but I still wouldn't be surprised if he's actually this super deep and interesting character.

Speaking of new characters, she wasn't really given attention in terms of joining but TANITH TANITH TANITH! I kinda feel bad for benching Marcia, but you gotta understand. Tanith. Oh my god. Oh my fucking god.

Ahem. . . anyway. Would you look at who else is back on this map. . . Shinon. I'm glad that I already looked up beforehand how to recruit him, because if I were to go at this blind, I definitely wouldn't have been able to figure it out.

And Naesala's up to Stuff again. Not really much to comment on, I think. I wonder when the game goes more into what his deal is?

Back on Shinon, though - . . .I accidentally left Soren in his range, and he killed him, forcing me to reset. At least I got some fun dialogue out of their encounter, which was basically hater on hater violence.

Second go on the chapter went much better, and I got some better level-ups out of it, too. Not too difficult on that though, since on my first go, Boyd had one where he got no stats whatsoever.

Aftermath of the chapter, and Nasir has a little chat with Soren about having secrets. Come to think of it. . .could either of them be the spy? I half remember there being some connection between Soren and Ashnard, but I got no idea what that one might be. Either way, the chapter mercifully took me nowhere near as long as the previous one.

[usermischief]

I like those “Stiles gets kicked out of the pack” fics, but I also find the premise a bit amusing because Stiles seems to be an essential part of the pack and occasionally functions as second-in-command (doesn’t even matter which alpha were talking about. He comes up with the plan to rescue Erica and Boyd, Derek trusted him with his Betas’ lives and believed Stiles could pull this off within hours; when things go down in the McCall pack, people go to Scott or they go to Stiles. Liam’s immediate response to learning his alpha was in danger in 5x01 was to rush off to get Stiles, the human of the pack, and he had enough faith in Stiles’ instincts to follow a guy for several hours in the woods and to speak to Stiles about his fears concerning Mason’s reaction to the werewolf thing). A giant running subplot in the Nogitsune arc is Noshiko saying Stiles was already dead and couldn’t be saved, and the pack going “all due respect, but fuck you. You can take your pessimism regarding his survival and shove it where the sun doesn’t shine.” Even Allison, who wanted Derek and his pack dead less than a year prior and who is a hunter, responded to the revelation that Stiles was possessed and had put her sort of boyfriend in the hospital with “well, how do we get this evil spirit the hell out of Stiles” and actively sabotaged her father’s attempt to shoot Stiles, before she even knew for sure Chris would aim his gun at Stiles. If anyone in the pack suggested kicking Stiles out, the rest would be aghast at the idea and would shut that down immediately

Stiles getting kicked out of the pack is indeed a very wonderful trope. I adore it, especially if Stiles ends up becoming a badass and gets his (wo)man. Absolute perfection.

If anyone in the pack suggested kicking Stiles out, the rest would be aghast at the idea and would shut that down immediately

This part is actually pretty interesting because when Stiles is kicked out of the pack in canon, nobody is around to stop it.

(the rest is pretty ramble-y so I put it under the cut)

It seems impossible for Stiles to be kicked out of the pack because everyone has strong ties to him, it's interesting that Scott makes that decision alone during a crisis. Hayden is dying. Liam is beside himself with fear, and yet Scott dismisses Stiles without even listening to his side of the story... the person you wouldn't technically expect it from since we're supposed to believe their friendship is indestructible (which is honestly a whole other can of worms).

What's even more interesting to observe is that the second Scott kicks Stiles out of the pack, everything falls apart. Theo slips seemingly seamlessly into Stiles' now "open position" and pushes Scott to bite Hayden like Stiles would have done. Liam latches onto that, instantly turning against Scott — and attempting to kill him not too long after. (Kira has been gone for a while. Lydia will end up in Eichen House) Malia abandons the pack as well. She helps looking for Noah (the chimera) because it's helping Stiles and his dad. Other than that, the pack is only back together after Stiles drew the pack symbol into the dirt. Stiles even is the one actively pushing Scott to get the pack back together (as seen with Liam in ep.13 (?)).

Something similar, even if to a lesser extent, can be seen in 6a. Stiles has vanished, and Liam is off doing his own thing with his friends for a lot of the season (as far as I remember, I might be wrong since I only watched bits and pieces of s6). Liam even keeps Theo around even though Scott and Hayden told him not to simply because Theo remembers Stiles. Liam doesn't even remember Stiles, but he knows Stiles is important, so he decides to keep the guy around who killed his alpha, tore his pack apart, and was willing to kill Mason to get the power of the beast.

To be completely honest, looking at it from this perspective, Liam's relationship with Stiles is fascinating. Liam latches onto Stiles rather quickly despite Stiles being pretty rude to him in the beginning. But Stiles also jumps in-between him and Brett without a second thought, and Stiles gets his IED (even though his comment is quite crude). Liam talks to Scott about his werewolf-y issues, but he talks to Stiles about his personal stuff (like you mentioned, his friendship with Mason). While everyone doubts Stiles when it comes to Theo, Liam puts his trust in him and is even willing to fight Theo in the woods.

Teen Wolf didn't do much with the concept of pack bonds, but they tried to do so in s2/3 as well. Funnily enough, Derek's betas, especially Erica as well as Isaac to a certain degree, connect with Stiles as well. Stiles and Derek are a whole other story, but either way, it seems like most of the werewolf end up trusting Stiles with their lives and are willing to protect him even if their attacker wears Stiles' face.

[scotianostra]

On August 18th 1746 Arthur Elphinstone, Lord Balmerino and William Boyd, 4th Earl of Kilmarnock the Jacobite nobles, were executed.

The two were found guilty of treason and sentenced to death; this was commuted to beheading, rather than the usual sentence of Hung,drawn and quartered, which had already been carried out on some Jacobites, most notably the English Jacobite Francis Towneley on 30th July that year, with eight of his comrades from the Manchester Regiment.

Everyone who was anyone wanted to be at the execution, among the spectators was the English army officer and naturalist George Montagu, it is his description that I have pinched for an eye witness account of the gruesome events that day in 1746. Montagu was allowed close access to the prisoners from before their trial until they met their end.

Just before they came out of the Tower, Lord Balmerino drank a bumper to King James’s health. As the clock struck ten they came forth on foot, Lord Kilmarnock all in black, his hair unpowdered in a bag, supported by Forster, the great Presbyterian, and by Mr. Home, a young clergyman, his friend. Lord Balmerino followed, alone, in a blue coat turned up with red, his rebellious regimentals, a flannel waistcoat, and his shroud beneath; their hearses following.

They were conducted to a house near the scaffold; the room forwards had benches for spectators; in the second Lord Kilmarnock was put, and in the third backwards Lord Balmerino; all three chambers hung with black. Here they parted! Balmerino embraced the other, and said,

“My lord, I wish I could suffer for both!” He had scarce left him, before he desired again to see him, and then asked him, “My Lord Kilmarnock, do you know any thing of the resolution taken in our army, the day before the battle of Culloden, to put the English prisoners to death?”

He replied, “My lord, I was not present; but since I came hither, I have had all the reason in the world to believe that there was such order taken; and I hear the Duke has the pocketbook with the order.”

Balmerino answered, “It was a lie raised to excuse their barbarity to us.” –Take notice, that the Duke’s charging this on Lord Kilmarnock (certainly on misinformation) decided this unhappy man’s fate! The most now pretended is, that it would have come to Lord Kilmarnock’s turn to have given the word for the slaughter, as lieutenant-general, with the patent for which he was immediately drawn into the rebellion, after having been staggered by his wife, her mother, his own poverty, and the defeat of Cope.

I’ll interject here this conversation pertained to the lie that the Jacobite commanders issued an order that “no quarter” was to be give ‘no quarter’ meant that no prisoners would be taken. Any men on the battlefield would have no mercy shown to them and surrender would not be accepted.

On the eve of the Battle of Culloden the Duke of Cumberland was determined to end the Jacobite Rising and prevent the Jacobites from ever being capable of challenging the throne again. After losing to the Jacobites at every turn, up to this point, he would not let them win again. To motivate his men he informed them that Lord George Murray had ordered ‘no quarter’ to be given to the Government men on the field. This meant the men would be shown no mercy by the Jacobites . However, this claim was not true. No such order had been given.

From copies of Lord Murray’s orders there was no mention of ‘no quarter’ anywhere. But, in Cumberland’s papers there was a copy in which the words ‘and to give no quarters to the electors troops on any account whatsoever’ had been inserted. Whilst Cumberland may not have been responsible for doctoring the order he certainly did not shy away from the words written and retaliated in kind.

After the battle Cumberland ordered his men to search out any surviving rebels who were to be treated as traitors, outside the conventions of international combat. Those with the Royal Ecossais or the Irish Piquet’s would be regarded as prisoners of war but everyone else was to be considered traitors. Whilst some men in the government army refused to kill, and tried to turn a blind eye, there were some who committed terrible acts. As well as wounded soldiers, civilians, women and children were all killed in the horrible aftermath of Culloden.

Back to Montagu’s account…..

He (Kilmarnock) remained an hour and a half in the house, and shed tears. At last he came to the scaffold, certainly much terrified, but with a resolution that prevented his behaving in the least meanly or unlike a gentleman. He took no notice of the crowd, only to desire that the baize might be lifted up from the rails, that the mob might see the spectacle.

He stood and prayed some time with Forster, who wept over him, exhorted and encouraged him. He delivered a long speech to the Sheriff, and with a noble manliness stuck to the recantation he had made at his trial; declaring he wished that all who embarked in the same cause might meet the same fate.

He then took off his bag, coat and waistcoat with great composure, and after some trouble put on a napkin-cap, and then several times tried the block; the executioner, who was in white with a white apron, out of tenderness concealing the axe behind himself. At last the Earl knelt down, with a visible unwillingness to depart, and after five minutes dropped his handkerchief, the signal, and his head was cut off at once, only hanging by a bit of skin, and was received in a scarlet cloth by four of the undertaker’s men kneeling, who wrapped it up and put it into the coffin with the body; orders having been given not to expose the heads, as used to be the custom.

The scaffold was immediately new-strewed with saw-dust, the block new-covered, the executioner new-dressed, and a new axe brought. Then came old Balmerino, treading with the air of a general. As soon as he mounted the scaffold, he read the inscription on his coffin, as he did again afterwards: he then surveyed the spectators, who were in amazing numbers, even upon masts of ships in the river; and pulling out his spectacles, read a treasonable speech, which he delivered to the Sheriff, and said, the young Pretender was so sweet a Prince that flesh and blood could not resist following him; and lying down to try the block, he said, “If I had a thousand lives, I would lay them all down here in the same cause.”

He said, if he had not taken the sacrament the day before, he would have knocked down Williamson, the lieutenant of the Tower, for his ill usage of him. He took the axe and felt it, and asked the headsman how many blows he had given Lord Kilmarnock; and gave him three guineas. Two clergymen, who attended him, coming up, he said, “No, gentlemen, I believe you have already done me all the service you can.” Then he went to the corner of the scaffold, and called very loud for the warder, to give him his periwig, which he took off, and put on a nightcap of Scotch plaid, and then pulled off his coat and waistcoat and lay down; but being told he was on the wrong side, vaulted round, and immediately gave the sign by tossing up his arm, as if he were giving the signal for battle. He received three blows, but the first certainly took away all sensation. He was not a quarter of an hour on the scaffold; Lord Kilmarnock above half a one. Balmerino certainly died with the intrepidity of a hero, but with the insensibility of one too.