I think the thing that really gets me about the Poseidon and Sally scene in episode 7 is the fact that there is zero resentment between the two of them. Poseidon comes running when Sally calls, acknowledges continuously that Sally is a good mother and validates her feelings. And Sally smiles when she asks Poseidon if he wants to talk to Percy, wants to hear his voice just once. There is no resentment there, no matter the dangerous and dramatic circumstances between them. Just the remembrance of a deep love that can no longer be, and the union of a common goal in keeping the product of that love safe from harm.
Yes, yes, claws. Big bad werewolf, so very scary, yadda yadda. Whatever. Not important.
You know what is important? Derek Hale's fucking booty pop.
Holy Jesus, the bounce on that ass is like the distance to the moon and back!
God damn. I wonder if he has chonic back pain carrying that thing around. I mean, I know I fucking would if I had to lug around two Jupiters made of Jello every day.
Now, notice how he doesn't shake his hips or twerk his pelvis in any way? Like, his back and legs show his perfectly still skeleton?
This means that that is all just supple butt flesh involuntarily rippling under his sudden movement like setting down a plate of flan.