before i go to bed i just want to let u guys kno that scissoring is not real and the only reason u see it in porn is because that’s the only thing men think of or can make sense of when it comes to queer sex or sex between two people with a vagina. the idea of sex existing or being possible beyond genitalia is toi far fetched for straight boys so they have to resort to scissoring because of course, the vagina is the main focus.
that’s all, share this tidbit of info with ur friends and stop the fallacies.
Before I go to bed, I just want to say, that I am very proud of my fellow RPF authors in this fandom and those who continue to write it.
I am proud of the storylines, the creativity, the overall quality and craftmanship of what we do. I will never be ashamed of the genre we chose, and even if there aren’t many of us left, I will always fight to support it because the stories deserve it. And so do the authors.
"No, I think that’s exactly what you meant," Stiles says, voice hoarse.
"Stiles," Derek murmurs, hating how the small space between them smells of betrayal and sadness. It’s a horrible stench overall, but knowing he’s the one who caused it is even worse. He doesn’t know how to fix it—still not used to dealing with situations like this—but he wants to. He wants to be able to kiss it better instead of walking away from open wounds.
He leans over the table, wanting to be closer but not sure if Stiles would appreciate him walking around it to where he’s standing his ground. They’re not looking at each other anymore, both their gazes on the table separating them. Derek purses his lips and slowly moves his hand across the surface to where one of Stiles is curled up to a fist, listening to the sound of their heartbeats quickening in sync.