if teen wolf going to spend $$$$ to make Kira CGI fox in 5b. Kira should get to go a lil apeshit with it. as a Treat™
LITERALLY!!! kira deserved to be a big ass flaming fox when she sent theo to hell. KIRA DESERVED TO BE A BIG ASS FLAMING FOX WHEN THE BEAST WAS THERE. LET HER FIGHT THE BEAST SHE'S BIG AND TALL AND ON FIRE!! parrish could NEVER
hot take: the true alpha storyline just felt cheap and lazy to me. seemed like the writers realized they couldn’t make Scott an alpha if he had to kill/go down a dark path so the true alpha was their shitty loophole. also, Chris and Kate Argent’s chemistry was so inappropriate (I DO NOT ship it, I swear, honestly go watch their scenes, it drives me crazy lmao)
i Do like the true alpha idea but i do agree that it fell victim to what all scott plots fell victim to which is just that. they were lazy and did not care enough about it and so it did not get fleshed out well enough. see also: scott's darkness arc in 3b, scott's literal death in 510, scott literally being willing to die several other times (the sacrifice! time of death! motel california! 5b with the beast!) but don't worry about it he's fine totally! etc etc etc
YEAH I DON'T KNOW WHY THEY LET JILL WAGNER DO ALL OF THAT. JILL WAGNER SAID MIND IF I HIT ON MY FAMILY. AND THEY SAID GO CRAZY!! why did they do that. they did not have to do that. also why did kate and jennifer both have This Lady is Evil. How? She's Horny. featuring kate being like That and jennifer for some reason kissing the sheriff?? kate literally is a pedophile who burned a house full of people down and jennifer also killed very many people. like we know they're evil
SUMMARY → Mike discusses his future plans with Professor Parker, but leaves with more questions than answers
ADDITIONAL NOTES → Written for aghprompt16.
Mike wasn’t a stranger to Professor Parker’s office. After spending years as a Prefect and now Head Boy on top of taking classes with them, he’d gotten to know all of the heads of houses fairly well. But this was different. This wasn’t just a discussion of duties or things going on around the castle. This was his future. As he stood outside the door, Mike screwed his eyes shut for a moment, steeling himself for the conversation ahead. He could do this. He could. If he found it in himself to face down his father and his fear of being a disappointment, convincing Professor Parker that he knew what he was doing shouldn’t be a problem.
Blinking his eyes open, Mike waited until the door came back into focus in front of him to knock, the voice on the other side ringing out only seconds later to say he could enter. The inside of the office was just as he remembered it, and as he took a seat opposite his head of house, Mike finally let himself relax a little. “Professor,” he greeted, eyes drawn to the file resting atop the desk as the general formalities of the meeting began.
He knew what it contained. Grades, reports...a catalog of his life over the last seven years. Or, rather, a catalog of Michael Chang Jr., Head Boy’s life over the last seven years. It was a testament to years spent under someone else’s expectations and demands, living out someone else’s dreams for him. His eyes stayed fixed on the file even as Professor Parker cleared his throat to signal a shift in the conversation. “So, Michael, what is it you see yourself doing after graduation?”
“I want to be a dancer. I’m going to be a dancer,” Mike corrected, looking up to fix his gaze on the professor’s. “It’s all I’ve ever wanted to do - really wanted to do - and I’ve already been accepted to a dance school in muggle London.”
“You’ve accomplished great things in your time at Hogwarts,” Professor Parker stated, beginning to leaf through the pages of Mike’s file. “You’ve demonstrated great responsibility and ability to handle yourself, and you’ve received excellent marks across the board. Whatever path you set yourself on, I’m certain you’ll be successful. But...I would be remiss as your head of house fi I didn’t ask you about your backup plans.”
He had been prepared for this. It was the obvious question, given the instability of dance as a profession. But the answer was simple. “There is no backup plan. Dancing is what I love to do.” As he spoke, Mike tried to keep his mind focused on the present and not let it drift back to the icy chill that had permeated his house since Easter vacation. He tried to ignore the ongoing radio silence from his father and the fact that it would have been so easy to fix. All he’d have to do was pick another path.
“I understand that. I just want to make sure you’ve considered all the possibilities. Keep in mind there are some injuries even magic can’t fix. All it would take is one accident. Humor me for a second, ok? What’s your favorite course?”
The words stung and Mike shifted awkwardly in his seat. He knew they weren’t meant unkindly and that they were only intended to have his best interests in mind, but the knowledge did nothing to soften the blow. It was too familiar to the argument he’d had with his father when he told the older man his plans for the future. He shrugged helplessly in response, hoping that his discomfort with the topic wasn’t obvious. The answer to Professor Parker’s next question came easily and immediately, and he found himself replying before he’d even thought about it. “Alchemy.”
Nodding knowingly, the head of house flipped through a few more pages before he reached the one he was looking for. “Your marks in that class are, as usual, impeccable, and according to Magneto you show great promise.” Point made, he shut the folder abruptly and cast an appraising look over Mike. “It’s not my intention to persuade you from following your dreams. I just ask that you be realistic about it and cover all the possibilities.”
And there it was. The simple solution to the growing ache in his chest every time he thought about how he’d let his family down. Change his plans. Find a way to make dance work into his life without having it be the singular focus. Mike nodded, a weak ‘thank you’ falling from his lips as he stood up to exit the office. Maybe everyone was right and he’d been going about this all wrong. Dancing was his passion, that much was undeniable. But that didn’t mean the single-minded focus with which he’d been pursuing it was the best course of action. Maybe there was a way to make his plans work without costing him his family.