dilfwolf asked:

Hey, so I don't know if you still do this, but I've been super busy with school, planning things for various organizations, etc. and I've been MIA from tumblr for a while. I realized that I haven't read ANYTHING fic in well over a month...I don't know if it's too much to ask, but are there some fics that have been published/completed in Oct/Nov that you would recommend? I finished PCtS (because duh I had to when i got the email that it was done. f u skool), but I feel like I missed a lot.

Here are some fics published/completed in October/November that I’ve enjoyed:

  • The Fixer and the First Son by ebjameston (T, 47k) “You want me to arrange a political marriage for your son?” Stiles repeats dumbly. “It wouldn’t be the first time you’ve done this,” Talia Hale says, dark eyes twinkling over her impeccable blue pantsuit. “Senator Harvey and Elise’s match worked out perfectly, and they’re actually quite in love, from what I hear.” “George Harvey was a little-known senatorial candidate from Kansas at the time, Madam President,” Stiles says slowly. “Your son – you, Mr. Hale,” he directs toward the man pacing tiny circles behind the president’s chair, “are the nation’s most eligible bachelor. Literally. I saw it on the cover of People.” (Stiles is a political fixer. Derek is the president’s son. I’ve been watching too much Scandal.)
  • Unwind by coffeeinallcaps (E, 15k) Hope you enjoy your present, the text from Erica says. Payment’s taken care of. You can thank me tomorrow. “So you’re a werewolf, huh,” the guy says when Derek looks up at him again. His gaze drifts down from Derek’s face to the rest of his body, slowly, shamelessly. When it’s traveled back up and their eyes meet again, the corner of the guy’s mouth twitches up into a cocky little half-smile. “I fucking love working with werewolves.” AU in which businessman Derek falls in love with escort Stiles.
  • Hunger For Your Touch by WhoNatural (E, 42k) “I got you, my dad, a gorgeous home… a freaking cat… Guess I’m just waiting for the other shoe to drop.” It does.
  • untitled by matildajones (Not Rated, 6k) “Who are you?” Derek spits, standing up and away from the painted lines on the floor. The boy looks up from where he’s staring at his hands, eyes wide and looking slightly panicked. He stutters. “I – you called me. Shouldn’t you know?” Where the dead can be called and instead of his family, Derek gets Stiles who insists he’s not actually dead. Slowly his life seems to come together.

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The worst thing, the thing I don’t understand, the thing that makes me so fucking mad, is how can you be like: “everything is fine, you are just overeacting” or “you just want to blame all of us for your issue, because you hate (white) men, you are the racist here” or “not all (white) (cops) men”.
While people of colour, LGBT and women are just asking “stop killing/beating/rape us.
Is this really too much to ask?

I don’t understand how you can just see your point of view, when there are so many persons in this world who are treated less than animals because they are not you.
- How can you say you are not racist when you call a young boy with the “n” word.
- Or you can say you are not a rapist when a woman walk past you and you compliment her telling her you would rape her, or you laugh at rape jokes.
- How can you say you are not homophobe when you call fa***t you friend because he did something you found gay, and your hands itches so bad because you feel so outraged you want just to beat them.
How can someone be so obsessed with themselves to not see the real issue here? How can you not stop making everything about you?
I pity you. I really do. Because you think so high about yourself, but you don’t even have the inteligence to step behind when somebody needs more attention than you, because everything is all about you, and you don’t want to lose your privileges for. just. a. fucking. minute.
For just a fucking time be what you call a “real man”, and do something good: shut up.
Learn when you should SHUT THE FUCK UP.

He Meets Your Family on Thanksgiving
  • Ashton:He knocks on your door, and is dressed in dress pants, a white dress shirt, and a black tie. “Ash, what the hell are you wearing?” you ask him. You family was super laid back, and you never got dressed up for Thanksgiving. “I just wanted to make a good impression. Too much?” he asked. “Maybe a little bit.” Luckily, he kept some clothes at your place, so he was able to change before you guys left. You could tell he was nervous the whole dive there, and when his sweaty hand took yours as you were walking towards the door, you gave him some last minute reassurances that everything was going to be fine. You rang the doorbell, and soon both of you were wrapped up in hugs from your family members. You parents acted as if he was their son that they hadn’t seen in ages. At first he has no idea what is going on or what to think, but soon he is his normal self, talking too much and trying to become everyone’s best friend. Everyone in your family loved him. It was almost like he had always been a part of the family.
  • Calum:He walked by your side to the door, trying to act confident, but when his grip tightened on your hand after you rang the doorbell, you could tell just how nervous he was. Your parents opened the door, happily greeting the two of you. Calum tried hard to impress your dad by watching the football game with him while you helped your mom get dinner ready. At half time they walked into the kitchen offering to help. “You got yourself a good one here (Y/N),” your dad said. Calum was beaming, proud that he had made a good impression. “Well since the two of you are getting along so well, you can finish dinner while (Y/N) and I go watch the rest of the game,” your mom said as the two of you left the kitchen. The two of you were just watching the game until you heard screaming coming from the kitchen. You walked in to see a blackened turkey sitting on the table. “It was on fire,” Calum said with a nervous laugh. Soon your whole family was laughing. The turkey was destroyed, but that didn’t stop you from having one of the best Thanksgivings ever.
  • Luke:“Are you excited?” you ask him as he takes the turkey out of the oven. The two of you are having your parents over for Thanksgiving dinner, and Luke has never met them before. “Yeah, but I’m probably more nervous,” he answered. There’s a knock on the door. “Don’t be!” you tell him. Then you quickly go and answer the door, and your parents greet you with hugs. “Where is Luke?” your mom asks immediately. “He’s in the kitchen finishing up dinner,” you say. You mother is very impressed that he’s willing to help out, your father being pretty useless in the kitchen. A few seconds later, Luke walks out, and your parents happily greet him. “You are even more handsome than what (Y/N) let on!” your mother says when she sees him. Luke blushes and laughs not knowing what to do. You slap yourself for forgetting how awkward he is around people he doesn’t know. However, it doesn’t last long. Soon Luke and your dad are laughing like old friends, and he’s telling your mom all about growing up in Australia and what it’s like on tour. He was defiantly the biggest hit with your parents. By the end of the night, they loved him almost as much as you did.
  • Michael:He was super nervous after you told him that your mom wasn’t exactly thrilled about you dating someone who was famous with tattoos, piercings, and the tendency to have odd hair colors. He decided that he had to get on her good side, so he died his hair brown, took out his piercings, and covered his tattoos. “You didn’t have to do all of this. You’re ridiculous. She would end up loving you for you after tonight just because you’re awesome,” you tell him. “Maybe that’s true, but I’m not willing to take any chances,” he says. When you get to your house, he greets both of your parents, shaking their hands. “Is this even the same boy?” your mom asks with a laugh. You laugh too, but you don’t like how Michael thought that he had to change who he was in order to get on your parent’s good side. Your mother makes a comment about his hair color soon after you guys arrive. “He changed it to try to make you happy,” you tell your mom before he can say anything.” His face turns a bright shade of red, and your mom looks upset. “Michael, you didn’t have to change for me. If my daughter is with you, then I’m sure that you are an amazing young man,” she says. After that, you can tell that Michael relaxes and is more himself. By the end of the night, your entire family, including your mom, sees everything that you see in him, and he fits in just perfectly with you family.

anonymous asked:

I'm just so pissed off about it all. I recently told my friend that I have severe social anxiety and all she said was "no you don't. You talk to people! your social skills are fine!" and I'm seeing a pretty shitty therapist tbh, and I confided in her, and she just told me to stop telling people. That that's all I can do If i don't want to get that reaction. But I wish I could tell someone and they just believe me and support me. is that too much to ask for?

/gif of me rolling my eyes out of my head

ugggghhhhhh. I’m sorry, hon. Your friend, okay, she’s ignorant, she doesn’t get what social anxiety actually is, she has no clue how offensive she was being, but your therapist??? Geez louise, way to go, glad you paid a lot for that diploma. Just stop telling people. Just stop being depressed. Just stop having problems. Just stop breathing altogether. 

More like just stop going to her. >.>

Of course that’s not too much to ask for, hon, you should have a bunch of people who listen to and support you, it’s just that ignorance is an epidemic. If that friend is someone you’re close to and care about, I would suggest you try to get her to understand the definition of social anxiety. It sounds like maybe she thought you meant that you think you just have poor social skills, she might not get what social anxiety actually means. Sadly you often have to teach people some things before they can be proper allies. 

But stay pissed off about it, love. Don’t just accept people shooting you down like that, don’t stop fighting to be recognized, don’t stop demanding better. Drop people if they don’t believe you, kick them to the curb if they refuse to support you. Be your own advocate and find the people worthy of being your friends.

I just want a cute boy that has lots of money, a great sense of humour and is heavily into bondage, is that too much to ask?