I posted on tumblr a while ago, asking for prompts, because I wanted to tempt my muse out from hiding. Bashfyl was the only one who took me up on my offer, requesting "alpha-bait!Stiles".
It took me far longer than I'd planned (and hoped), but I did finally finish writing something. \o/
Everything that Matters, Derek/Stiles: http://archiveofourown.org/works/7035241
Okay, so I haven’t been on tumblr in forever, but I was thinking that I’d just poke my head in. And then I saw Sterek on my dashboard and I thought... damn it, I need to write me some.
Of course, with work being the way it is, that pretty much means at the weekend, but still...
First person on my feed to leave a prompt in my inbox for a short (about 1K or so) fic, gets, well, their prompt written.
And, yes, I mean my inbox, not as a note to this post.
@kchayes54 gave me Alpha Derek/Werewolf Stiles feels, suggesting that Stiles is kidnapped and turned against his will but will not accept any Alpha but Derek.
And now, oh man, I am having a bunch of alpha Derek feels lately. Like, maybe even in canon. Maybe after he left with Braeden, he travelled a lot. And then… and then Stiles is turned and some part of Stiles just wants things to go back to s2.
It was a shitty time, but he WANTS Derek to be his alpha even though logically he knows that Derek isn’t an alpha anymore. But his determination is all it takes bc spark lol.
And Derek FEELS it from… somewhere close enough and comes for him. Stiles has killed all of his captors but has left the alpha for last, can’t bring himself to deal the killing blow bc he SO isn’t prepared to be an Alpha.
But Derek feels him and finds him and kills the Alpha for him, absorbing the Alpha power and getting Stiles for his beta instantly. And then they go to France and get Isaac and to London for Jackson and to South America for Cora. And they never forget Erica and Boyd. And the Sheriff retires and moved with them because fuck if he’s gonna let these kids go through shit again without him right there.
And maybe Scott wants them to come back. But BH is too filled with bad memories. So they all have big pack jamborees at some large national park halfway between their two territories and it’s all wonderful.
Damn it. Didn’t I write something liek this once upon a time, except Stiles went to Derek instead of vice versa... omg... I don’t even remember.
Just a note before we start: Please do not contact AO3 or OTW about this issue. Over 12,000 people have seen this info and they’ve been contacted repeatedly. Trust me, they already know.
Remember the Goodreads fanfic debaucle? Well, another site is now doing it, only they’re worse. I just found...
They’ve got a few of my stories (leela on AO3) and of moodwriter’s. Ugh. This shite needs to be taken down.
You didn't know me. I don't know your name. I only know what you looked like from the back as you got to your feet, stepped over the tracks, a little unstable as you needed a cane to walk, and crouched/knelt down as if in prayer/bowing, head first into the oncoming train.
The train couldn't stop in time, of course; it was going too fast. Nor was there any way for me to get out of my car, over two lanes, and attempt to stop you.
You see, I was at that train crossing, first in line on the left, with a clear view of your suicide. I was one of the two people who called 911, and one of the four people who waited for the police, so that we could give witness to your act.
I can only imagine the pain and despair, the utter desolation that drove you to that crossing and to that act. I hope that it brought you the peace that now escapes me.
I'm still shaking, although not quite as badly as I was two days ago. I'm still seeing what happened, the before, the act, and the aftermath, over and over on the screen of my memory. My appetite is pretty fucked up, and there are some foods I can't contemplate eating right now.
Luckily (maybe? I don't know) I had the day off work as it was my birthday and I had an appointment to renew my driver's license. Since it was only a block or so from there, I'll have to go back in a few months to take a vision driving test as my own chronic condition now means that I'll need to take that test every time my license comes up for renewal.
Chances are that I'll need to drive over that same crossing during the test, deal with the memories and the stress, with the strange associations between your death and my vision. I guess if I can do that, I'll be fine to drive anywhere.
Baruch Dayan Emet, stranger. May you and your loved ones find peace. May I and the other witnesses, those who stayed and those who couldn't, also find peace.
A menu from a London Brothel from 1912.
Oh yes please, love me a bit of Diddling on the edge of the bed, with one foot on the floor
Goose quill?
"If you’re not a self starter, please stay at home and jack yourself off"
I don’t think I’ll ever see anything better than this.
I’ll have one “Free back scuttling while woman rubs your nuts with a feather; must stay out of poop hole” please.
Porn hasn’t even discovered some of this.
"Customer must enter with cash in one hand and tool in the other."
This is honestly the best poster I have found in a while supporting breast cancer awareness. I am honestly so sick of seeing, “set the tatas free” and “save the boobies”. There is no reason in hell a life threatening, life ruining disease should be sexualized. “Don’t wear a bra day,” go fuck yourselves. You’re not saving a pair of tits, you’re saving the entire package: mind, body, and soul included. Women are not just a pair of breasts.
so as some of you may or may not remember, a few months ago my mama was diagnosed with lupus and had to undergo a battery of testing, and largely through the wonderful and amazing generosity of tumblr, she did so and we received great news that she was not nearly as worse off as...
So... Forget Your Perfect Offering, my Sterek WIP, is now complete on AO3.
21,178 words in 9 chapters of runaway Stiles coming home. Gah... I hope y'all like it.
You know, when you know someone is bisexual, what you should do is take that at face value. They say they’re bisexual, guess what? THEY FUCKING ARE.
The appropriate reaction isn’t to spout bullshit about how “real, 100% bisexuality doesn’t exist” and “everyone has a preference as to who they’ll...
THIS! So damn much. I don't care about your genitals or your gender of choice (or non-choice). I care who are you are.
Starting off my plan to use tumblr with a giveaway. I’m hanging out on the Dreamspinner twitter. Comment there or reblog here for a free ebook! Do both for double the odds. I will use a random generator to select a winner! From Mi Familia, out from Dreamspinner Press.:
They’d been to the...
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall Deputy Headmistress
So I have weird headcanon sometimes. One piece is to do with the benefactor
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If you haven't been spoiled already about this... go elsewhere NOW!
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So what we know is that Lydia's grandmother's experiments put Meredith in the hospital. What I also suspect but haven't gone back to prove is that banshees predict supernatural deaths... AFAIK Lydia has never predicted a non-supernatural death (either someone who is supernatural or was killed by a supernatural).
Anyway, what if the experiment means that Meredith hears all the supernatural people within a certain distance all the time? She can't shut them off. She can't stop hearing them and all about their petty crazy lives all the time.
The price for them is determined by how much they and their noises annoy her. Derek drops off the list as his powers diminish. Liam's price goes up as he uses his powers more and more.
Meredith just wants peace and quiet. How wrong could that be?
... and, yeah, I know, this will be jossed in no time at all.
Adorable baby Tyler Hoechlin interview snippet from Road to Perdition era
People are giving Wilson money to thank him for killing an unarmed black teenager. Please report this to GoFundMe, as it violates their Terms of Service and they get 5% of the tens of thousands of dollars being donated. Click to report.
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This is my message, in case you want to copy and paste:
Your Terms of Service prohibit “items that promote… hate, racial intolerance, or the financial exploitation of a crime.” Take a look at the comments that come with the donations on this page and tell me that doesn’t violate your terms. “Support Officer Wilson” is a thin veil for people rewarding Wilson for killing a black kid.
Title: Lot Lizards and other Knaughty Things Author: Leela Betas: @aislinntlc Pairing: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Rating: NC-17 Content and/or Warnings: AU, Prostitution, Knotting Word Count: ~3,950 Summary: "You got a name?" Stiles asks. "Or something I should call you? Not that you have to tell me, of course. Most guys don't. But I'm kind of a talker during sex, just so you know, and it's always good to call out the right name. Some guys take it personally if you get it wrong, even if they don't give you a fucking clue about their name." A/N: Written for eeyore9990 as a late birthday gift. Hope you like it, bb. Oh, and definitely inspired by this picture from Dylan O'Brien's Teen Vogue shoot.
