Checked the #TeenWolf fandom fics and there's suddenly an influx of Scott hate and i find it fucking absurd, so here:
(You have your fave/faves i have mine and i don't play blind cause it's convenient)
The only thing wrong is that Scott has literally died AT LEAST TWICE and nobody has ever seen to it that he is okay. Yes, he is the alpha but like Stiles said in season 4 “Team Captain, Alpha Werewolf, you’re still only human.” then in a complete turn-around in season 5 Stiles accuses Scott of not being human. I like Stiles, but if Scott doesn’t understand a decision that Stiles made then Stiles says it’s because he’s not human. Stiles is Scott’s best friend so he knows what he fears most, one of said fears is losing his humanity and Stiles uses it to his advantage a lot. Sorry if this offends you, but Stiles may only be human, but sometimes he is less human than Scott. So please someone with a brain and common sense write more fics like this because there are not nearly enough of them.
They all went through traumatic experiences, yes, but really I’d wager that it is worst for Scott. Not only does Scott have a martyr complex, but starting on that fateful day he has been trampled by dear, found numerous dead bodies, mind controlled by a psychotic werewolf, been hunted for YEARS, saw friends die, see his friend date his Ex, nearly have his and Stiles and Allison’s dad or mom be sacrificed, was sacrificed himself, became an Alpha and the only person who could help him understand the chances that brought from a werewolf’s perspective left, lost his anchor, nearly went insane, was nearly killed by his possessed best friend, had his first love die in his arms then shortly after saw one of his pack die, then he has to go to Mexico and ends up getting tortured, finds Derek then has to fix Derek, nearly gets killed again, accidentally injured a freshman, ends up having to bite said freshman, sees someone get killed by a tomahawk, has to find a way to help his new Beta, ends up number one on a deadpool, feels like he failed those he wasn’t able to save, still has NO idea what the heck he is doing, gets kidnapped and taken back to Mexico, where he is once again mind-controlled by a psychotic were and nearly kills his pack, has to fight the father of a pack member, then ends losing(almost for good) his most trusted Beta, then there is the chimeras, Dread Doctors, and Theo, gets KILLED by someone he thought he could trust, lost his pack, attacked by his best friend mere hours after dying, has to fight to get his pack back while figuring out multiple mysteries, fighting a gigantic werewolf from a long time ago, has to break someone out of Eichen House again, nearly has his friends die again, ends up getting his neck clawed and being forced to see all his memories of his first love who ends up saving him because of that, watches a former friend who killed get sent to hell, loses another girlfriend, nobody asks if he is okay, then there is the fact that all of basically everybody’s memories of his best friend/brother erased from their memory, has to find a way to get him back, gets him back then loses him again, as well as a Beta, everyone that he had been working to SAVE end up trying to kill him, suffers nearly unbearable losses, faces extreme fear and sense of failure, watches an enemy turned mentor die, has to claw his own eyes out and is so off that he almost loses the ability to regrow them, still NO-ONE asks if he is okay, just drag him into a literal war. Yet not once does anyone truly make him admit that he is so far from okay I wonder if he even remembers what that feels like. He nearly let himself die of guilt, nearly sets himself on fire and he gets one comforting speech from Stiles and that’s it. And less than a year later he is nearly set on fire and he is so far trying to ignore that fact that he asks why nobody used the guns they had and all he gets is a very concerned look from Derek. Someone help Scott! He has been nearly killed by most EVERYONE in his pack, yet no one says a thing about it.
Just imagine for a second that, by turning Louis into a black character for the show, the writers had removed his romance with Lestat and turned it into a strong friendship instead. Well, that is exactly what happened with Bonnie and Damon when they made the leap from the books to the screen.
Scott was moving so desperately in season five, and I understand why, he was stressed, upset and depressed. the dread doctors and theo were fucking with shit in beacon hills and fucking with him, respectively, in a way that he's never been fucked with before, and he was in a position of responsibility that he honestly has never had to be in before not to the extent he was in season 5 anyway. he's always had other people to turn to, many of which had more experience than he does and arguably had or would take on just as much (if not more) responsibility to deal with the supernatural as he did but that was no longer true true for season five. Like everything truly was on him and he was functionally alone, as a leader, and then was isolated from his pack. Like, damn they really had my man STRESSED.
It would have been so fun to have had Tamora Monroe be a friend of Laura Hale. She comes to Beacon Hills because Laura's death never sat right with her.
Laura had always said she'd never go back to that place. She'd once confessed that even before her family had died, her plan had been to leave. "We called it 'Beacon Hells.' That place buries you if you stay."
Her whole family had been killed by arson, the mystery never solved. Laura was distracted and worried before she left. Now she’s dead. Something's not adding up.
Tamora has a bad habit of blowing up her life. A year after Laura dies, she takes off for Beacon Hills.
The move brings more questions than answers. Laura's brother is curt and suspiciously incurious. "It was an animal attack."
That's what everyone says--about everything. So many deaths, she discovers, all "animal attacks." Silence follows the phrase. The dark woods ringing the town are suffocatingly quiet. Murderer after murderer seems centered on this one high school. Tamora takes the guidance counselor job Marin Morrell left.
Soon after, she gets a meeting request from a student named Scott McCall. Sweet kid, surprisingly down to earth for the captain of a champion lacrosse team in a town that's inexplicably obsessed with the game. He wants to talk about taking AP Bio next year despite the fact that his grades should bar him from it.
His father, Tamora has discovered, is an FBI Director. Scott recently helped him bring down some of the assassins--professional assassins--that had for some reason targeted a small public high school in the middle of nowhere. Rafael McCall is impossible to get a hold of, but maybe Scott heard something from him.
Tamora makes a bit of small talk, noting Scott's eagerness to make a good impression, and then asks carefully, "Any idea what those assassins wanted?"
"Uh..." Scott scratches his head. "Money, right?"
"But whose money? Why would anyone be paying them to come out here? Who in Beacon Hills could possibly be worth that much dead?"
Scott gives her a classic teenage boy shrug. "Beats me."
His indifference irritates her. "No one has theories?"
"Nope."
"Not even..." This crosses the line, but Tamora has to know, "the FBI?"
Scott looks uncomfortable. "I haven't really asked."
Tamora's violating a thousand professional boundaries here but she just can't understand why no one cares. Children have died. "Why not?"
Scott shrinks in his seat. "Honestly, I'm just trying to make it through high school."
He looks abashed, almost guilty. Underneath is something shadowed--grief. A close friend, her records indicate, had died last semester, another of Beacon Hills' freak accidents.
Tamora knows what that's like. "Right. Of course."
Interrogating him had been stupid. Tamora struggles with going overboard, crossing lines. She's lost jobs over it, friends. Only Laura had never really seemed to mind. She said it reminded her of her family. Tamora had liked that. She doesn't have much contact with her own.
She smiles. "Let's see what we're working with."
The issue with Scott's grades stem from attendance. He wouldn't be the first student to miss class after the death of a friend. Scott's a bright kid, dreams of veterinary science at UC Davis and already has a job with the local vet. AP Bio stands between him and the applications for the scholarships that would allow him to even think about going, and Mrs. Finch, the biology teacher, won't even think about letting him take the class without a note from the guidance counselor.
It's an easy note to write. This class might be Scott's ticket out. She doesn't want the grave of Beacon Hills to bury anyone else.
Scott takes the note like it's a golden ticket. "Thank you. Seriously, Ms. Monroe, you're a lifesaver."
"It's nothing."
Scott stands to leave, but at the door, he pauses. Hesitates. Turns back. "Ms. Monroe, um... is it true you knew Laura Hale?"
Tamora freezes, totally unprepared for the question. How would Scott know that? Tamora asked a few people about Laura when she first came to town, but only a few, and all adults. Why would this random teenager know about it? "Who told you that?"
Scott tugs nervously on his backpack straps. "I know her brother."
The brother Tamora still half-suspects of being behind Laura's death. Wouldn't bite marks be easy enough to fake? Definitely enough to fool small-town police. The only knot in her theory is that whatever this is, it's clearly bigger than Laura. She's one victim of many. Would Derek Hale kill all these people?
Laura had loved her brother. Why would her own family kill her? Had Derek been responsible for the fire too?
Is he a serial killer? she struggles not to blurt out. The effort to check it paralyzes her. She has so many questions no one will answer.
"I was the one who found her body," Scott admits into the silence.
Tamora can't stop herself. "Do you really think it was an animal attack?"
It's crazy, she knows that, but doesn't anyone else wonder? The woods are so silent, dark in the day, no sign of life except for the howls in the distance. Tamora can't make sense of them. There are no wolves in California.
Scott fidgets with his backpack. "There were bite marks on the body, right?"
"Those could be faked." Can't anyone see that? Do they not care? Is the sheriff too stupid to realize? Is he behind it? Was he bought off by Derek Hale? The Hales are rich enough to buy this whole town ten times over.
"Looked pretty real to me." Scott won't meet her eyes.
Did Derek get to him too? Scott would be easy to buy, a poor kid desperate for a scholarship.
A kid, it hits Tamora abruptly. He doesn't know anything. He's seventeen years old. He saw a dead body in the woods.
Oh god, Laura's body. Tamora hasn't been able to make herself think about it. Laura--sarcastic, sulky, bright-eyed Laura--was torn apart by something's teeth.
Tamora can feel her eyes go hot. She wipes them, sniffling pathetically, and by the time she looks up, Scott has politely disappeared, quiet as a deer.
That should be the end of it. Her best friend, her only friend, was torn apart by an animal in the woods. Nothing more insidious, nothing less awful. Her brother buried her mutilated remains next to his burned out home, but that doesn't make him a murderer. Don't people do crazy things when they see death? Tamora did. Beacon Hills is just like a million other towns in America, a fucked up place where people die. Laura had tried to warn her. Tamora had blown up her life rather than accept it. She's always struggled with ugly truths.
If there's something going on in Beacon Hills, it's an ugly truth. Drugs, most likely. This is meth country, after all. Maybe the Hales dealt something. Maybe their murder was about that, maybe there's been an on-going power struggle since.
Maybe it's something weirder than meth. The psychiatric facility on the edge of town is riddled with horrible rumors.
There Tamora goes again, inventing wild theories. She tries to be done with it, tries to let the truth sink into her body and settle there. Her friend is dead. She wanted to solve the mystery of her family's murder, and a mountain lion tore her in half before she ever got any answers. That's life. Tamora needs to face it.
Except, wouldn't finding answers help her do that? Laura wanted answers. Tamora can find them for her. It's for Laura.
Besides, it's not like she has a life to go back to anyway, or a job market she's eager to re-enter. Beacon Hills High School is strapped for staff, willing to overlook a few bumps in the road of her resume. Tamora doesn't need to blow this life up too.
She spends her nights searching. Local files aren't that hard to get a hold of, as if the town compensates for its tight grip on some secrets with a loose one on others. Tamora dives deep.
One name keeps coming up: Scott McCall.
He found Laura's body not once but twice.
He's been present for a remarkable number of deaths, in fact. Animal deaths.
A friend of his died under mysterious circumstances. Another spent time in that psychiatric facility. His co-captain on the lacrosse team filed a restraining order against him before leaving the country. The teacher that disciplined him the most often was murdered.
His father is an FBI agent, with all of their access. He’s killed four people on record. History of domestic violence.
Scott's mother is a nurse--access to the morgue, to drugs, to the files of all the people who died in the hospital under mysterious circumstances. Last semester, the files claim, an animal snuck into the hospital and tore apart a dozen people. That's life.
Scott's close friends with the son of the sheriff, a bumbling man who claims nothing's wrong with the town. He sings Scott's praises. "Most trustworthy kid I know."
What does the sheriff know? All these deaths on his watch. There was even an investigation into his failure to close cases.
It was run by Scott's father. It was abruptly shut down.
To protect Scott?
Scott works at the veterinary clinic. He must have seen animal bites. He knows what they look like. He knows how to handle bodies.
Those assassins went to his school. They were in his locker room.
Trying to kill him?
He snuck out of her office so silently. Like an animal.
Tamora is being crazy. It's impossible. Scott's a teenage jock.
It's just that everywhere Tamora digs, every rock she turns up, there's Scott underneath it. The connection is always him. It's like his face is the mask over whatever's really going on.
And there is something going on. Tamora's sure of it. It's like a bone bruise, the kind that pains you before the blood ever rises to the skin. It's like a fault line waiting to erupt. Tamora doesn't want blood or earthquakes. She just wants to know what's underneath the surface of this town. For Laura.
It's all she thinks about. The job is so boring. Beacon Hills is a town where everything happens but nothing changes. The students are exhausting. Tamora has never worked this much with kids.
Her only consolation is that it's the same high school Laura went to. Tamora can practically picture her in the halls. Would they have been friends if they'd been here together? Tamora's whole life might have been different. They would have hated this place together, dug out of its grave together.
That's what she's thinking about, the night the animal attacks.
Tamora lies in the pile of bodies, paralyzed by terror, suffocating under the weight of these corpses, the only shield between her and death. It buries you.
What is it? She saw a shadow, like the night itself had killed all these people, like the dark had leapt out of the forest.
She looks around, and that's when she sees him. It's Scott but not Scott, a monster wearing his face. Teeth, claws, demonic red eyes. There are wolves in California and they're demons. Beacon Hells. He's the animal, the blood, the earthquake.
That's life, she thinks hysterically, that's life.
She's numb by the time the sheriff drags her out of the pile, gun holstered and excuses loaded.
"It was a bear," he says.
Tamora feels far from her body.
That had been death she'd seen, staring out into the darkness with those glowing eyes, seeing its secrets. Silent as the grave.
That was what got Laura.
Tamora washes the blood off, but she can't scrub off the smell of the corpses. It's like it's in her now. Death got her. She and Laura are finally here together. She lets that sink into her body.
For Laura, Tamora thinks, as she aims a gun at a demon wearing a child's face. This is for Laura.
It's an ugly truth, but she makes herself face it. And for me.
You are a complete utter moron if you genuinely believe Scott wouldn’t sacrifice his life for Stiles. I need people who don’t understand their friendship and hate Scott to shut their dirty fucking mouths.
This thing where people downplay Scott’s love for Stiles because they want to uplift their favorite characters and make their ship look good in comparison even when it has no canon basis has got to go. Seriously.
No one was. Stiles wasn’t, Lydia wasn’t, Allison wasn’t.
Yet they’re still ten times better than you
Half of the characters were teenagers fighting for their life, they aren’t going to be perfect, yes they have arguments and fights but they still love each other and would die for the other, having bumps in a friendship is normal, but yall drag it to the point where you quite literally twist everything up and villainize characters just for a mistake.
I haven’t seen yall drag Liam the same way yall drag Scott, and yet who’s the one with anger management problems and tried to kill the other
I LOVEE Liam, but you guys treat him like a saint, when he’s not, and then proceed to put all that hate into Scott, people need to wake the hell up and stop dogging on Scott for something other characters do
Same thing with Theo, it seems like yall forget that he’s a manipulative son of a gun who was quite literally the whole reason stiles and Scott had that argument you still hang over Scott’s head to this day.
I hate this fandom so much, how are half of you guys adults but the stupidest people ever
Stans always claim we were ~robbed~ of the story of the Hales. But the gag is, the show was never about the Hale family. It's about Scott. But they're so devoted to whiteness, they naturally latched onto the family that is mostly inactive. I've seen so many posts like "The show should be about Derek and the Hales (and Stiles, of course)"
Something to think about –
By the end of the show, we had met five Hales and one reluctant semi-Hale (Derek, Peter, Laura, Cora, Talia, and Malia). We knew that they founded Beacon Hills, we knew they protected Beacon Hills, and they knew about the Nemeton. We know they have ties to South America and New York. We know what type of cars and tables Peter likes. We know an amazing amount of information about the Hales.
By the end of the show, we had encompassed the fates of all Argent family members and seen its founding. We understood their philosophies, how they covered their hunting activities, and what their relationships to the other hunting families were.
By the end of the show, we had more information than we ever needed about Claudia Stilinski’s decline and death, we knew that Noah had been in the army, that he had defended his mother from his father, how they had come up with Stiles’ name. We had met Elias Stilinski. We knew the significance of Stiles’ stupid Jeep, we knew when and how they were able to climb out of their financial hole in Season 4, we knew how Stiles managed to get into a prestigious college program.
By the end of the show, we seethed at Natalie Martin’s see-no-evil approach to Beacon Hills, we knew she went to high school with Bobby Finstock, we had watched her go back to work, become a counselor, become a principal. We knew what Lydia and her grandmother did for fun, we knew Lorraine’s pet names for Lydia, and that her grandmother’s mental illness had a profound affect on Lydia. We knew how Lydia’s grandmother’s lover died and what both of them did for a living in the last century.
Following me so far?
We know nothing about Vernon Boyd’s family except that his sister Alicia disappeared at an ice rink. That’s it.
We never met or heard about a single member of Mason Hewitt’s family.
Dr. Geyer never figured out what was going on in Beacon Hills, and if he did, we didn’t see it.
We never knew why Deaton or Morrell had different last names.
And then there’s the main character, who may or may not have living grandparents, we will never know, as they were mentioned only once. Melissa McCall had no scenes in Season 5B about Scott’s recovering from a fatal wound – the only scene they had together in 5B, they were talking about Stiles and his shitty dad. Stiles had more scenes or screen time with Scott’s parents in Season 3a, 3b, 4 and 5b than Scott.
The only pre-canon things we know about Scott is that he lived for an indeterminate amount of time with his dad, his father tossed him down a staircase during a drunken argument, and he had a dog named Roxie who died (we don’t know the breed or exactly what happened). Here’s some questions that were left unanswered:
How did Scott and Melissa overcome their debt in Season 4? Did Melissa and Rafael ever learn that Scott had been kidnapped to Mexico? The whole evolution of Melissa’s reaction to finding out that Scott was a werewolf took one minute and 15 seconds of screen time. We have no idea how Rafael took it because it happened off screen. The first three scenes Rafael McCall had on the show were with Stiles. The last scene Rafael McCall had on screen was with Noah. Seventy-five percent of Rafael McCall’s Season 3B plot arc was about the Stilinskis. In 3B, Rafael McCall had three full length scenes with his son – two of them were about Stilinskis. Rafael McCall showed more interest in Stiles’ career than his own son’s. The last scene Melissa McCall had on screen was with Liam and Nolan. How did Scott afford to get into UC Davis? Did he ever make it to UC Davis? Did Scott ever talk about his being a werewolf with his dad? who knows?
PARTS OF THE FANDOM: We need more of the story to be about white people. More, we say! And Scott? For some reason, we just don’t relate to him. It’s like with all of the information we have about Scott’s family and the consequences of what happened to him – which is to say, almost none – we still don’t care . After Season 3A, Melissa and Noah become Scott’s super-hero mentors, and not anything remotely resembling parents, so we can draw from that we weren’t supposed to think about Scott like a real person.
Teen Wolf fandom when Scott enters the house of psychopathic hunters to find a cure for Derek: "OMG HE CLEARLY JUST WANTS TO SPEND TIME WITH ALLISON LIKE HE LEFT STILES ALONE WITH A DYING DEREK HOW TRAUMATIC IS THAT HE DOESN'T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT EITHER OF THEM SELFISH JERK!!!"
Teen wolf fandom when Stiles drives Derek (while complaining nonstop) and freaks out over having to cut his arm off: "OoOooOoo YoU LoOkInG rEaL uPsEt AbOuT Derek DyInG Stilessssss TeeHeeEeHeeE we know how you feeel you in-denial little bby youuu!!!"
