I logged into this blog just for fun and what? 30 new followers even though I haven't been active for months.. This is insane! I'm currently thinking about reactivating this blog, what do you guys think?
"Merry fucking Christmas" - from Suicide Silence.
bringing it back, because i made it last christmas..
omg how have I not seen this before<3
I'm back
Or at least something like this... I'm not actually back since I'm not going to reactivate this blog. But if you're interested in a pure sterek fanfiction/ficlet blog then go follow @sterekdqueen. Basically I just reblog ficlets or ficrecs I've alredy read or I'd like to read. (Maybe we see each other on the dark side full of gayporn, it's awesome here because of sterek and porn hehe) Over and out, bye
Hey Guys :) Maybe some of you already know and read what I wrote under this reblogged post by sourwolfsemissary yesterday.
This blog won't be active anymore but I'm not going to delete it (I'm such a nostalgic person) because maybe one day I'm coming back. I just can't be on tumblr right now, it feels wrong. My reasons are the same like souwolfsemissarys so if you exactly want to know why I'm "leaving" just read her text post. If anyone of you want's to keep in touch or anything, ask for my facebook, snapchat, or what ever :) just send my an ask and I'll answer you :)
foxerica I'm going to miss reblogging your stuff but I'm still going to read it! <3 fireflystilinski even though we haven't talked much, it was so good to get to know you! You're a great person, don't you ever stop being you!
“I hate pizza,” Scott says on a Friday, like he’s just realized it halfway through his second slice of meat lovers. “Stiles, I freaking warned you—remember? ‘If your creepy crush on the pizza guy makes me hate pizza—‘”
“You don’t hate pizza,” Stiles cuts him off, pulling at a string of melted cheese off of his slice, careful not to slide the whole sheet of cheese right off. “You just hate the idea of pizza right now. It’ll pass. Have another slice.”
Scott groans and runs his fingers through his hair. “Stiles, we have had pizza every night for two weeks.”
“We always said that’s exactly what we’d do when we became roomies,” Stiles reminds him.
“When we were seven!” Scott cries, sliding his chair back and groaning. “I hate you. I hate you and I hate pizza.”
“I told you: you don’t hate pizza—”
“I hate pizza!” Scott insists, getting to his feet. “I’m going to get take out and you can finish this by yourself.” He makes an angry gesture at the three boxes of pizza on the kitchen table before leaving.
“Love you too, buddy!” Stiles cries after him.
He finishes off the first pizza and tries to decide what he’s going to do with the leftovers since there’s already six boxes of pizza in their refrigerator.
*
Boyd ends up taking them with a suspicious but grateful thank you; however, a week later, he gives Stiles the bird, slams the door, and mutters something about eleven motherfucking pizzas in seven days, fuck you very much.
*
Lydia won’t take them, either, even though Stiles knows it’s her favorite food.
“It’ll go to places I don’t want to think about it going to,” she tells him simply, then hangs up the phone.
So, end of that discussion.
*
“… Well, how cute is he?” Allison asks—because she’s an angel. An actual, honest-to-God angel.
“Cute doesn’t even begin to describe it Allison,” Stiles hurries to say. “I’m talking, like, the model for the David here.”
“… I don’t know, Stiles,” Allison says, because she might be an angel, but she’s also (unfortunately) sensible. “Maybe you should just ask him for his number instead of ordering all of these pizzas.”
Stiles snorts and hangs up the phone.
*
Truth be told, Stiles doesn’t know why he’s doing what he’s doing. He’s kind of got this, uh, knack for getting hooked on an idea and not letting go. It’s a nasty habit of his, and it’s probably some form of escapism or avoidance or something like that (how should he know? He’s not a psych major here).
But something about Derek, who passes Stiles his pizzas every day without so much as a word just… intrigues him.
And, though he can be clumsy sometimes, Stiles likes to think of himself as a romantic.
If he’s gonna have a romantic love story of the decade with the pizza guy, it’s gonna start off a lot more romantic than asking for his number. That’s hardly epic.
… And, if he’s honest? Stiles wants epic. A lot.
*
Erica barely says, “I’ll do it if—” before Stiles has closed the door on himself. Her I get to come over and see him when he delivers them gets muffled through the door, followed by her delighted cackle.
*
He breaks down and offers his leftover pizzas to Jackson as a last last last last last resort, but it turns out Jackson’s supremely lactose intolerant (even more than he’s Stiles intolerant, believe it or not!).
Stiles files that away for later and slinks back to his apartment mournfully.
*
“This is it,” Stiles says sadly, looking at Scott miserably. “No more pizza. This is the end of an era.”
“Thank God,” Scott says insensitively, his eyes glued on the TV where he’s playing Mario Kart like the five year old he secretly is. A five year old who’s decided he hates pizza, apparently.
Stiles has passed off as much pizza as he can to the neighbors; they’re turning him away now, too, and strangers typically know better than to accept free food around town. Trust no gift given in a city, Stiles thinks, and he feels a swell of homesickness for Beacon Hills, where everybody would have accepted his pizza.
But it goes against everything he’s ever known to just throw away perfectly good food; he’s been trying to eat it all himself, and he’s gotten sick more times than he’s willing to admit. It’s time to throw in the towel and stop ordering pizza.
It’s sad. It was always inevitable, Stiles figures, but he’s still allowed to be sad about it.
A month has passed, and he didn’t get so much as a smirk out of Derek. At best he got raised eyebrows and at worst he got glares and frowns.
He holds his phone in his hands for a long time and thinks he should probably work out some of his problems so he doesn’t do this whole obsessed thing again.
Maybe tomorrow, when he feels less sad.
*
A little after one in the morning, when Scott has roped Stiles into a raucous round of Mario Kart on the Rianbow Road, a frantic knocking comes at the front door, and the two of them share a look.
“I told you we were being too loud!” Scott hisses immediately, and Stiles gapes at him.
“Dude,” Stiles says, affronted, “can you at least wait to see what’s going on before you throw me under the bus here?”
Scott looks bashful but nods. Stiles pushes himself to his feet, shakes out his nearly-asleep leg, and pads over to the door. He doesn’t bother checking who’s there, because the knocking is getting extremely loud and very fast, so he just throws open the door and—
“Derek?” he asks, his jaw going slack.
In the living room, Scott gets to his feet and says, “No way!”
Stiles flips him off behind his back and looks at Derek, still trying to process the situation. Derek’s still in his uniform, though the green button-up shirt has been unbuttoned, revealing a gray a-shirt and some serious muscle definition.
Derek doesn’t give him much time to process that before he says, “You’re alive. Okay.”
And then he turns on heel and leaves. Stiles, still too shocked to respond, stands in the doorway and stares into space, trying to process the last three minutes of his life.
When he comes around, he steps into the apartment and closes the door slowly. His eyes slide shut, and he presses his back to the door and says, “Scott, we’re having pizza for dinner tomorrow.”
Scott groans and stomps into his room, muttering but I hate pizza under his breath. Stiles doesn’t care; he’s got a dopey grin on his face and the picture of Derek in a tank top seared into his mind forever.
The last thing he thinks before calling it a night is this is going to be so epic.
THIS IS SO AWESOME OMG I WANT MOOOOOOOORE
Moar? (Pleading ‘gimme’ hand motions and sad-kitten eyes) Moar, pwease?
Stiles being BAMF - season 1, 2 & 3A
What actually happened
20 TW Ships As Voted By Our Followers #2 Stiles & Derek
I hope the terrorists behind the shooting know that they singlehandedly made Charlie Hebdo internationally famous and made their messages spread so much further around the world than they ever had before.
Stunning.
Let’s be honest marvel did not fuck around at all
NEVER GONNA GET OVER NICK FURY AND THOR
IMPORTANT
Okidoki, i have news for everyone who is interested
So, i’ve been on tumblr for over two years now. I learned a lot, especially english, got some education on important stuff, joined fandoms, left fandoms, met amazing people and seen incredible and amazing stuff.
But, and really this is the point of the whole thing, i also kinda lost the grip on my life. I seems that when you are here too long it does things to you. Things, like make you more anxious or make you feel unsocial, even though you actually aren’t. It’s weird and i don’t want to insult people, but this is a place where everyone seems to have deep issues and to fit in, one might develop issues as well. At least this is what i have seen happening to me.
I kind of left my friends behind, didn’t focus on school or you know, things that are actually important in life. And i noticed it from the beginning, really i did. But tumblr also has a habit of glorifying these things.
But now, i’m at the point where i can say I don’t need tumblr anymore. I’m tired of being insulted for liking a ship for example, and being insulted for not doing so. I’m tired of feeling bad because i ‘did not reblog this so i must a bad person’. I’m tired of people forcing their opinion on others. I’m tired of everyone yelling about their issues but at the same time not listening to what others are saying.
In retrospective: Tumblr kinda sucks and eats your time
I don’t mean the people here, just the big mass of everything mixed together.
Seriously, there are people here, who are amazing, who do wonderful things like writing or drawing, or making people’s day a little brighter by writing a nice message.
You are probably the only thing i will be missing.
I have to go, i really do, before i make my life worse and tbh, with tumblr, it could only go downhill from here.
I’m not going to delete my tumblr, because i’m nostalgic and there are like almost 1000 fics in my Sterek tag as well as my Sterek Fic Rec Masterpost and i wouldn’t want to lose that and also make the links go into nowhere. Instead i will just turn the thing into some sort of archive. My art blog, btw, will be kept and will still be used. If you want to message me, you can, i’ll probably see it, but if you want me to answer it, you’ll have to send it to my art blog.
So this is everything i wanted to say and at the same time, it’s not at all what i had in mind, but i suck at writing and expressing my thoughts so, yeah.
foxerica, emissaryssourwolf, and everyone else who talked to me and made my life brighter, i love you and you can always message me and ask for FB or anything.
I feel just the same like you do. Acutally I'm thinking about "leaving" for quite a long time now (like 6 month or so?) Since My mental health issues got better I kind of feel like tumblr sucks out the happieness like a dementor. The happienes it once gave me when I logged in. The reason I didn't left was I met foxerica and she is such a great person so I wanted to stay and be friends with her and stuff but I realised that it's acutally possible to do this without being on tumblr (facebook, snapchat, instagram). Another reason was sourwolfsemissary. She is one of my best friends in rl and I love her so fucking much you have no idea but the problem with Izi is: she doesn't tells you things. Never. and this is so frustrating and it often makes me really sad. so the only way I got to know things about her was stalking her tumblr (infp+infp isn't the best combo sometimes haha), so I stayed. And there were other people I got to know over ask and I just don't want to leave them. But what Izi says is right, tumblr gave me so much and my english got so much better but it literally is robbing my time. I log in and suddently 5 hours and gone. Just gone.
So I think I'm going to do the same cause there's nothing left here on tumblr what really makes me want to stay (like izi). But before I'm regretting it afterwards I'm going to bed now and sleep one night over it and decide tomorrow.
I. AM. SO ANGRY. RIGHT. NOW. AND SAD. AND DISGUSTED. My country has been under attack. This moment we lived and are living is, sadly, historical. Our flags are at half mast, parisians (who normally don’t talk to each other in the streets ever) exchange a lot, we support each other, we’re sad together, we befriend strangers in our pain because we lost so much in these last 72 hours. Literally 90% of people who can go to Sunday’s march, WILL go. And if all 90% do not go it will be because of FEAR. And this, is alarming. BUT THEN THERE’S TUMBLR. You, who dare to talk about a journal you never heard of before. Calling it everything you think it is. Not understanding its covers (For instance, the black man getting assfucked that leads some bloggers to scream “IT’S RACIST!!1” is a goddamn antisemitic, racist fucker HIMSELF. Didn’t know? Then WHY THE FUCK did you even say that.), blaming victims of a horrible, barbaric attack. You, who try to justify your disgusting speech with tumblr-based vocabulary, trying to appropriate something that is OURS, and ours only. You think it’s edgy to blame Charlie Hebdo? Please find something else to use as a new trend, you’re being disrespectful and ignorant. You, who try to bring down the support movement with absolutely DUMB-AWARD WINNING comments such as “In [insert a region of the world] people are dying, this isn’t as important”. You fucking twat, you think PAIN AND HORROR ARE A COMPETITION? You don’t feel concerned? FINE. Then shut up, go be concerned about your “more important issues”. We care too, but right now we’re fucking mourning. Respect that. Also, I bet some people will react like “Hey actually I’m from France and Charlie Hebdo is racist”. Of course that will happen, France isn’t immune to bigotry. Oh, and if you’re tempted to say “they deserved it”, our police has a website where I’ll report your ass right away. Charges can go up to a 7 years prison sentence, so think before posting your pro-terrorism bullcrap. Not much people know that about me, but I was considering the idea of becoming a press cartoonist. I loved these people so much. Because through their satires, they never prefered ANYONE. They had only one category of people they drew about: DUMB PEOPLE. That’s it. “Les Cons” as we say in France. As Charb said. Charb… Nice, I’m crying again. Anyway, now I’m sure. I’ll become a lot of things, including being a press cartoonist. You guys don’t have as much insults as we do (or maybe it’s a cliché and I simply do not know them) so I had to invent some. Sorry, I’m not very creative tonight. And I do not apologize for the swearing. Je suis Charlie, and Charlie is by definition politically incorrect. Full of swearing. And really, really damn FUNNY. Which, again, I am not, because I am still mourning.
I know not all Tumblr reacted like this, and I apologize to “intelligent” bloggers who know how hard this is and how we do NOT need any more people who don’t know anything judging what we’re living. But right now… I just can’t.
-Maeril, comicker and a very sad/angry parisian.
Seriously FUCK YOU TUMBLR.
You pissed the French side of tumblr so much it’s insane, you truly showed your true color with this BULLSHIT, you’re just a bunch of hypocritical assholes.
Go fuck yourselves.
Oh God, THIS ^ ! Tumblr, please just think before speak out loud (or in this case write down).
Thank you for this post, you restored a little of my faith in humanity. Please people, learn to make the difference between humour and racism !
I'm so disappointed right now. There are acutally people who act like this, wtf?! Do you really think it is cool or anything? This is not the tumblr I know and love. When I log in, it feels like coming home or something but right now tumblr feels strange to me. I just don't understand how there really are people who think it's ok or the right thing that people in France were killed because they were stating there opinion and drew satiric cartoons. It's there fucking right to do it, so for fucks sake please respect that and shut your mouth if you're going to insult those people WHO ARE DEAD!
Why Tumblr ? Why ?
Well it is the first time I go on Tumblr since those 3 days of horror, tragedy and madness. I came to feel better, to laugh as usual, and maybe to see some support posts.
I’m disgusted. So disappointed by a website that always be tolerant, lot of humour and against any kind of violence.
Let me tell you the meaning of satire : a literary composition, in which human folly and vice are held up to scorn, derision, or ridicule.
You think this is racism ? This is humour and liberty of expression. You think they only talk about islam ? They talk about extremism and all human folly. And yours does not even deserve to be in Charlie Hebdo.
Islam is a religion of love and peace, those fucking gunmen were not muslim, they were just assholes, so stop saying Charb, Cabu and the 15 others deserved to die. Including Ahmed who gave his life trying to protect them. He was a true Muslim.
HUMOUR IS LAUGH ABOUT OUR DIFFERENCES, WHICH MAKE US UNIQUES AND FILLED WITH DIVERSITY !! Who gave you the right to decide what is decent and what is not ??? And after that you americans says that your masterword is “Freedom” ??
Just continue to laugh with “politically correct” humour, we’ll continue to laugh of humanity with Charlie.
I’ll just finish with the words of the humorist Nicolas Bedos : “Laissez-nous l’ouvrir et risquer notre peau” “Just let us open our mouth and risk our neck”.
I’m crying writing this, because I never though I had to see those horrors on this website. Congratulation Tumblr, a lot a users (including me) will not look at you the same way now.
Je suis Charlie
An disgusted and falling to pieces French Girl.
I am so not sorry about the little Charlie Hebdo spam!
ff you don't care (what you definitely should), just ignore it and please don't bitch about it or something. If you don't know what #jesuischarlie is about, turn your tv on or read about it. BUT if you're one of those people who say "it's ok what happened in France" then you are invited to leave my blog and unfollow me. Thank you.