In “Anchors” the trio of sacrifices all struggled with losing something key to their self-identity. For Stiles, reading, meaning knowledge. For Allison, aim, meaning self-defense. For Scott, turning, meaning self-control. The two humans experienced vivid and lucid dreams featuring the person who was their anchor, with sexual and romantic implications; and waking hallucinations. The werewolf experienced the waking hallucinations, but not apparently the dreams, and his anchor barely appeared in the episode at all, and not in any manner relating to him being an anchor.

In “More Bad than Good” the waking hallucinations and lucid dreams continue and apparently worsen. By the end of the episode, each one has been forced to an action which requires that element of self they struggled with losing. Again, in the humans’ case, that action also deeply involves their anchor. Again the werewolf’s action does not involve his anchor, and said anchor barely appears and not in context as an anchor.

The two humans are anchored by supernatural creatures. The werewolf is anchored by a human. (It’s not clear that druids should be considered a supernatural being; their powers do not appear to be inherent to them.) Is this relevant?

Fandom fanon asserts that the werewolf’s door is closed. Why? Stiles’ dream in “Anchors” implies that he opened his door wider, against the dream advice of his anchor.

Of the five who are known to be marked by the Shadow Warriors, four are werewolves and one is a banshee. Two are also anchors. Is this relevant? The timing is unclear but it appears as though the two anchors were marked first. The three who are not anchors were all once alphas and are no longer alphas.

Scott and Peter are the only known werewolves who are not known to be marked. If Malia is still a factor, she is not known to be marked either, but she is known to be a were. Speculation: Malia appeared in the first two episodes of the half-season only as a way to introduce the idea of other types of shifters, and was not intended to be a long-term character.

Query: where is Deaton? Why does his acting as an anchor seem to have had no effect post-ritual? Is this due to his pre-existing relationship with Scott, as a father figure, or due to his relative age, or due to his experience as a druid?

overall arcs seem to be posing the question: what is the definition of human? See: Malia’s behaviour regarding the car wreck; Ethan’s words to Aiden in “Illuminated”; Stiles’ overall behaviour; Derek’s apparent loosening.

Query: what happened to the latino hunters from the first two episodes? What did Derek need to ask his mother so desperately, did she answer, and what does Peter fear he found out? Does “la loba” mean Laura, or did it mean Malia? Why would it mean Malia? Does Peter’s secret tie into his unsubstantiated announcement of his alpha status at the end of 3a? We have not seen Peter evince any werewolf traits save claws since his resurrection.

“How could I ever love anybody like you?”

damonpsychopathsalvatore:

iamthefirechild:

walk-right-through-me:

“Anybody like me? Oh, you mean psychopathic vampire who doesn’t give a damn about human life?” he asked, smirking. “Well the good news is that you don’t have to love me.”

“And you’re going to tell me that for however long vampires have existed — and I’m sure it’s been more than a few hundred years — nobody’s found a cure for this.” She leaned over, peering at the ugly mark and trying to ignore the fact that he had really nice legs. And was lying on a bed half-dressed.

The sheer amount of pain he was putting off helped with that.

Damon sighed and shook his head. “The cure is the blood of the hybrid, but Klaus is long gone. So that plan is out the window.” He narrowed his eyes before laughing. “You’re totally checking me out,” he said, smirking triumphantly.

“Much good it’d do you if I was, since you’re /dying/,” Summer said pointedly. She clamped a hand around his ankle again. “I find it hard to believe, since you were so worried about my safety, that you weren’t prepared for this possibility.”

“How could I ever love anybody like you?”

damonpsychopathsalvatore:

iamthefirechild:

damonpsychopathsalvatore:

iamthefirechild:

walk-right-through-me:

“Anybody like me? Oh, you mean psychopathic vampire who doesn’t give a damn about human life?” he asked, smirking. “Well the good news is that you don’t have to love me.”

“Still lying,” she sing-songed. “Stop doing that, or I won’t take the pain away.”

Damon sighed. “Do what you want,” he mumbled, looking out the window.

“You are the /worst/ goddamn liar!” Summer jerked the covers off him and fixed a hand around his ankle tightly. “Now. Start by explaining what the fuck is going on.”

Damon swatted her away but sighed, sitting up. “A werewolf’s bite is fatal to a vampire,” he said slowly so she would understand. He unbuttoned his jeans and tugged them off, tossing them on the floor and exposing the bit on his legs that was turning purple and black. “That’s a werewolf bite. I’m a vampire.”

“And you’re going to tell me that for however long vampires have existed — and I’m sure it’s been more than a few hundred years — nobody’s found a cure for this.” She leaned over, peering at the ugly mark and trying to ignore the fact that he had really nice legs. And was lying on a bed half-dressed.

The sheer amount of pain he was putting off helped with that.

a-gravemistake:

iamthefirechild:

“No, I want to know where I’m going!” Summer stepped up beside him. “You were jerking my arm out of the socket, I can’t go that fast. Guide, lead, whatever, just don’t break me. And what the fuck is that stuff?!”

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“—You need to relax and approach the situation one at a time, or I’m letting go and you can fend for yourself. In fact, yeah—fend for yourself. I’m already up to my neck in bullshit, people throwing mountain ash in my face notwithstanding.”

Metal scraped against tile from the classroom down the hall. The lion was awake.

She muttered, “Mountain ash,” and looked down at the slight remains of it on her hand. “What is he trying to do? What does he think I am?” Her head jerked up at the sounds. “He’s immune to me. I don’t even know how I’m going to get out of this.” Those words were strained. Fear made a pit in her belly, but she squared her shoulders and turned to the boy. “Thank you. You’ve been more help than you realise. I suggest you run now. You might pull the fire alarm on the way out.”

“How could I ever love anybody like you?”

damonpsychopathsalvatore:

iamthefirechild:

walk-right-through-me:

“Anybody like me? Oh, you mean psychopathic vampire who doesn’t give a damn about human life?” he asked, smirking. “Well the good news is that you don’t have to love me.”

“Still lying,” she sing-songed. “Stop doing that, or I won’t take the pain away.”

Damon sighed. “Do what you want,” he mumbled, looking out the window.

“You are the /worst/ goddamn liar!” Summer jerked the covers off him and fixed a hand around his ankle tightly. “Now. Start by explaining what the fuck is going on.”

“How could I ever love anybody like you?”

damonpsychopathsalvatore:

iamthefirechild:

walk-right-through-me:

“Anybody like me? Oh, you mean psychopathic vampire who doesn’t give a damn about human life?” he asked, smirking. “Well the good news is that you don’t have to love me.”

Summer frowned, perching on the edge of the bed. “Why are you lying to me? This is a really strange time to be doing that.”

Damon frowned and looked up at her. “There is no cure for this,” he said, sighing a little before running a hand through his hair. “I’m going to die whether you like it or not. If you think you can fix it, then by all means. Try. But you won’t be able to.”

“Still lying,” she sing-songed. “Stop doing that, or I won’t take the pain away.”

“How could I ever love anybody like you?”

damonpsychopathsalvatore:

iamthefirechild:

walk-right-through-me:

“Anybody like me? Oh, you mean psychopathic vampire who doesn’t give a damn about human life?” he asked, smirking. “Well the good news is that you don’t have to love me.”

Yep, no open window. But as far as Summer could tell, there wasn’t anyone else in the house, either. Hovering in front of the closest window to where he was, she put a hand on it, and heated the glass until it ran down in hot globs. They hissed in the chill of the night, but thankfully didn’t set anything on fire. Stepping through the frame, she stalked over to his bedside.

“I’m going to save your life, I think, just so I can kill you myself.”

Damon rolled his eyes, breathing coming to him in long, shaky gasps. “Yeah, yeah,” he mumbled, coughing and pulling the covers up over his head. “Go away. I’m dying. There’s nothing you can do,” he said from underneath muffled covers.

Summer frowned, perching on the edge of the bed. “Why are you lying to me? This is a really strange time to be doing that.”