a heroic life

Autopsy photographs showing defense wounds on the hands of Travis Alexander, who was brutally murdered in his Arizona home in June 2008.

The presence of multiple cuts on the hands and forearms of a murder victim indicates they attempted to ward off an attack with a knife, or a similiar sharp instrument. When a victim tries to wrestle the weapon off the attacker their thumbs and fingers can suffer deep slashes and lacerations. Livid bruising on Travis Alexander’s knuckles suggests he fought heroically for his life before being stabbed repeatedly and shot. His ex-girlfriend, Jodi Arias, was charged and convicted of his murder.

Stiles listens to his dad ask him the same question that comes up way too often, and gets lost counting the dark flecks that scatter across the white expanse of the all-too-familiar hospital ceiling. Here again, and ‘He’ll be fine,’ the doctor says.

His dad wants to hear it from Stiles’ lips, though. Is he okay?

Is he really okay?

His answer doesn’t come as easily as it used to, no quip or snap back like it’s easy come easy go. The feckless lie sticks in the back of his throat, burning away like a hot coal choking the life out of him.

I’m fine.

He’s said it more than a million times, and no super-hearing anybody has heard his heart skip a single beat. Or maybe they did, but that thought doesn’t make it any easier, because that means they’ve ignored it a million times, too. And it should be easy, he’s brilliant at lying straight to his father’s face these days. Stiles knows how to twist a definition to make it true, how to believe in nothing and make it something.

He’s fine.

Molehills out of mountains.
Tip of the iceberg.

Shrink it down until it’s just an ember, a single flicker of pain low in his chest. It burns enough to remind him that it’s there, but cool enough for him to force the words out.

He stops counting the tiny holes in the ceiling, and plasters a bright, brilliant lie across his face.

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anonymous asked:

what are the best Stiles as pack mom/ stiles and derek (accidentally) build a den fics? thanks in advance and have a nice weekend/ rest of the weekend!

Hey :) Good gravy! It has been a weekend full of essays. Is it holiday break yet?! Anyways, pack mom stiles is the best! 

Ok, I had 2 asks for pack mom Stiles and I’m not sure I got either one right. I tried you guys!!! Seriously though, these fics are awesome even if they aren’t exactly what you were looking for. 

here is the deepest secret nobody knows by  owlpostagain | 22.3K

“Derek,” Stiles groans. “You have me. You’ve always had me, you absolute moron, how many physically impossible feats of life-saving heroics do I have to perform before you get it?”

On Building an IKEA Den for an Alpha Werewolf | 13.8K

Senior Prom is coming up, and Stiles doesn’t have a date. Additionally, Derek has an unfurnished apartment, and no one to take him to IKEA.

some nights by  Hymn | 5K

Derek pisses Stiles off, and Stiles issues an “open-door policy” for the teenaged werewolves in his life. (Which is, really, more of an open-window policy, because seriously: werewolves) After that it is, like, all werewolf all the time.

Stilinski’s Home for Wayward Wolves by  owlpostagain  | 35.1K

In which Stiles Stilinski moves to Beacon Hills for his junior year of high school and accidentally adopts a pack of teenage werewolves.

Pack Mom by  one_windiga | 5.3K

’“It’s just a sandwich,” Isaac mumbled around the food in his mouth, crunching a little between words. Derek firmly believed there was no such thing as ‘just’ anything where Stiles was concerned.’

Stiles begins to take on the role of the Pack Mom. Derek is confused and upset.

A Question of Pack by  impalagirl, wilddragonflying | 24.4K

Stiles knows he isn’t pack.

But why do the Betas keep coming to him for advice and comfort?

ticket for littering by  kellifer_fic | 7.6K

Stiles is totally ready for his life to stop being a horror movie and start being a romcom. This… isn’t exactly what he had in mind.

build a rocket, boys! by  hito | 2.5K

Stiles has kind of become the den mother. It’s not like he planned it!

Pack Dynamics For Dummies by  SpiritsFlame | 36.6K

Stiles isn’t sure how a Pack is supposed to work, but he’s pretty sure that this this disorganized jumble of people and events doesn’t quite qualify. He has to hand it to Derek though, he keeps trying. And Stiles has never been one to stand quietly on the sidelines.

Hitting the Motherlode | 3.8K

5 times Stiles was oblivious that he was being the pack mom and 1 time Derek made him enjoy it more than he should.

He’s Not Mine by  Sunnee | 68.5K

Derek comes home to find an abandoned werebaby on his front porch and Stiles volunteers to help him out. Surprisingly, that is just the beginning of his problems.

anonymous asked:

Hi! I was wondering if you had any fics where stiles has to choose between Derek and Scott?

Made a little list for you, enjoy!  -Emmy

Originally posted by flightoeternity

Not My Alpha by Dancing_with_Devils

(3,566 I Teen I Complete)

Forced to bite Stiles to save his life, Scott fully expects Stiles to be his most loyal beta. But things don’t always go according to plan, especially with Stiles involved.

We Fight Together We Die Together by TheRighteousMan (FullmetalFlameElric) 

(5,018 I Mature I Complete)

“What about Scott?”

“What about him?”

Deaton eyed the teen for a moment. “He’s going to need your help in all of this.”

Stiles pulled a face. “Like I needed his help when I was getting the shit beaten out of me by Gerard Argent?” he countered. “I’m not his baby sitter…”

“You need an alpha if you want to-”

“I have an alpha.”

Our Flame Flickers But We Won’t Go Out (We Build Our Futures With Our Mouths)  by RayShippouUchiha 

(12,620 I Explicit I Complete)

His hands shake when he pulls his phone out of his pocket.  It’s amazingly intact but it takes him a few tries to get the pass-code in and pull up the text screen.  He knows Stiles and Lydia are in school, but he needs them, needs his Pack, his tethers, to keep him from flying apart.

Or

Derek faces some of the ghosts of his past and finally gains some peace as he begins to build a future for himself and his Pack.  Oh and Scott arrives.

Here is the Deepest Secret Nobody Knows by owlpostagain 

(22,322 I Teen I Complete)

“Derek,” Stiles groans. “You have me. You’ve always had me, you absolute moron, how many physically impossible feats of life-saving heroics do I have to perform before you get it?”

And You Say You’re Alone by taelynhawker 

(30,314 I Explicit I Complete)

Between the kanima, the Argents, and Peter’s untimely return from the dead, everything has fallen apart. Stiles and Derek try to put their lives back together once the crisis has passed. Stiles deals with the aftermath of being tortured, and the distance growing between he and Scott. Derek attempts to become a stronger alpha and keep his pack safe, and that includes Stiles.

Will to Follow Through by owlpostagain 

(42,411 I Teen I Complete)

“It depends entirely on how you look at it, I guess,” Stiles shrugs. “On the one hand, instant healing and the apparently inherited ability to pull off leather at all times. On the other, serious attitude problems and a suspicious disappearance of eyebrows.”

“Even Derek’s?” Danny snorts, “that’s a lot of eyebrow to lose.”

“I know,” Stiles agrees. “You should see, it’s so weird. Every time I want to ask him where they go, except he’d totally eat my face off.”

“There are worse ways to die.”

The Choice by linksofmemories 

(48,410 I Mature I WIP)

It was always said that the Omega had the choice. The Omega chose their Alpha. Sure, that was great on paper, but no one ever told Stiles how many strings had to be pulled and deals had to be made behind the scenes for him to be pushed into choosing the Alpha everyone wanted him to choose.

Of course there was a choice to be made, but he definitely wasn’t the one who was supposed to make it.

Sing Sweet Sparks by RayShippouUchiha

(50,333 I Explicit I Series WIP)

Derek’s been choking on the smoke and ash of his family’s murder for years now.  It consumes every part of him, influences all that he is.  He knows that he’ll never be free of it, that nothing will ever grant him the peace he so desperately craves.

All he wants is to feel safe, to be loved and to love in return, but he knows that’s impossible.

Until, that is, he meets Stiles.

Through ups and downs, past blood and pain, Stiles slowly gives Derek exactly what he’s always desperately wanted and never believed he could have.

Comfort.  Care.  A new Pack.  And a dark, desperate kind of all consuming love.

And once Derek has all of that within his grasp?

Well he’ll burn the world to ash to keep it.

The Broken Radio is Playing Suicide by decideophobia 

(73,415 I Explicit I Complete)

Stiles only wishes they could actually be safe. They haven’t been for nine months now.

i’m  so  over  the  Jon  /  Dany  saving  Westeros  stuff.  &  getting  married  &  being  the  ultimate  heroes  &  king  &  queen  &  happily  ever  after.  the  quote  if  you  think  this  has  a  happy  ending,  you’ve  obviously  not  been  paying  attention  comes  to  mind??

but  then,  it  is  d&d  so—   all  complexity  filters  away. 

i  don’t  hate  Daenerys  or  Jon  at  all.  they’re  great.  in  fact,  i  especially  love  Jon   (   largely  thanks  to  brilliant  RPers  on  here.  )      but  it’s  the  ultimate  cliche.  it’s  too  obvious.  it  plays  into  every  trope  out  there.  personally,  i  also  don’t  think  their  personalities  gel  but  that’s  a  shipper’s  personal  choice.  but  mostly——    i’d  question  why  anyone  would  want  that  outcome.  it’s  boring.  isn’t  that  the  ultimate  sin? 

book  wise,  also,  it  goes  against  everything  George  speaks  about,  teaches  &  has  followed so  far. 

i’m  not  gonna  hate  on  anyone  for  RPing  it  or  wanting  it,  that’s  not  my  business  at  all!    but  hell,  if  it  actually  happens.  i’m  gonna’  be  unsatisfied.

14-Year-Old “Twilight Killers” Butcher Mother and Child

On April 13, 2016 two teenagers from Spalding, Lincolnshire (their names are lawfully supressed) crept into the home of Elizabeth Edwards and her thirteen-year-old daughter Katie armed with four knives wrapped in a t-shirt. The male then entered Elizabeth’s room, knelt on her chest, and began slashing at her throat. The petrified woman grabbed at her attacker before he placed a pillow on her face and continued to stab her. The female heard Elizabeth cry “Get off me! Please!” before she was suffocated. His sweater drenched with blood, the male took off his shoes to prevent waking Katie and snuck into her bedroom alongside the female.

As Katie slept peacefully the male and female stabbed her in the throat once each and smothered her with a pillow, like her mother. The two heartless killers then fled the scene, taking a bath together at home before watching the popular vampire movie “Twilight” and having sex.

Katie and her mother were discovered two days later when a concerned relative contacted the police. The two officers who discovered the bodies described a scene of chaotic carnage; huge splashes of gore decorated the wall, and the mattresses the victims lay on were drenched to the springs with blood. An autopsy revealed Elizabeth Edwards had suffered two stab wounds to her throat, one of which had almost sliced her windpipe in half. Huge slashes on both of her hands indicated she had fought heroically for her life. Katie also had defensive wounds on her hands and a massive wound to the side of her neck.

How the two killers were eventually apprehended is currently unclear; its not known if a confession prompted their arrests or if they left behind a damning peice of evidence. The couple was reportedly obsessed with the ‘Twilight’ saga movies, and had planned the murders with chilling precision. The female stated in court that she first felt attraction to her partner in murder because he threw a chair across the room at school, and the two bonded over their deep psychological issues and love of 'Twilight’. Neither showed any remorse during their trial and the female pled for leniency due to her mental health issues. After an 8 day trial both were found guilty of murdering Elizabeth and Katie Edwards and sentenced to life with a recommended sentence of forty years. The 'Twilight Killers’ are the youngest individuals to recieve a life sentence in Britain’s history.

Heroism

Heroism means to totally devote oneself to a great idea, to consume oneself like a torch in the flame of a mighty ideal, to see only one great ideal in sight and in mind and in marching step. Heroism is being stirred, obsessed, fulfilled with a very great task.

His own personality no longer plays a role for the hero. Desire and suffering, life and death, step back for him behind the tremendous obligation toward the work for which Providence has called him. Heroic deeds are done not out of ambition and egoism, rather out of ultimate selflessness, unselfishness and personal devotion. Infinite faith in work, calling and idea fill and give wings to the deeds and the bearing of the hero.

Heroism differentiates Itself from insanity, fantasy and senseless self-sacrifice.

In every age there have been people who, misled by false doctrines or driven by a hysterical disposition, were devoted to senseless and ineffective idols and fantasies and became pitiful, poor martyrs of life-alien religious teachings.

And there have been people who, above all, under the influence of the most diverse religions, viewed self-mutilation, unnatural castigations of the body and deadening of all natural forces as heroism.  

Genuine heroism lives in reality and reckons with reality. Genuine heroism is supported by the natural laws of life and grows from the infinitely deep soil of folk, homeland and family. Only in the framework of this divine order of creation can a genuine heroism exist. Only in the service of real life - created and wanted by God - can a person become a hero. And only this earthly reality connects the hero to the divine.

Man’s heroic, ultimate effort for life often takes place in a brand framework visible from afar.

But often heroism grows in all quietness and seclusion. Heroic women and mothers, heroic soldiers and heroic workers are at work by the thousands in large cities and small villages, on all life’s battlegrounds and in all the folk’s workplaces.

The great heroes often awaken hundreds of thousands, yes, millions of people within a folk and pull them along to victorious charges and ultimate effort. Like shining torches, they often being life, movement and glow into a dark night. Fortune is the folk for whom in every age, but above all in difficult hours, heroes arise.

Not everyone is selected by Providence for this radiant heroism.

But everyone can brighten and encourage his small surroundings as a quiet hero of daily life, save them from exhaustion numbness, and lead them to a victorious life.

In a folk’s hours of decision and in the peaceful periods of confirmation, these quiet heroes are no less important than the great heroic figures. These quiet heroes hold the front together, always give new strength, again and again bring light and joy. They create calm where agitation threatens to cause damage and bring motion where a stoppage could mean danger. Hundreds of thousands of people owe it to the silent working of an unknown hero that they have preserved their faith and their idealism, that they have remained decent people or become ones again, that they hold their position soldierly at the place where Providence has put them.

If among a thousand people one quiet hero, man or woman, walks and works, then this heroic example will radiate onto them all, then our whole folk will grow together into a great, eternal front.

Each of us can be this quiet hero, at whom others looks, to whom they turn, even if no command calls for it.

But there can also come hours in life in which we face the choice either to be heroes or cowards, either to be men or traitors.

There are events in which a middle line between heroism and baseness is not longer possible.

Whoever proves heroic bearing in the quiet life struggle, will in these fateful hours all by himself grow to great heroism.

Heroism is the dream of all youth.

Heroes are the shapers of all events.

God is with the heroes.

by Anton Holzner, Eternal Front

La Belle et le Bete... the 2017 spin

I just saw Beauty and the Beast and…

Well…

How does a moment last forever?

The thing about Beauty and the Beast… I was too young to see it in the theatres, and my father bought me a laser disc copy to watch a year later. I fell in love with Belle, Belle’s dress (and that was why yellow was my favorite color as a child), and the whole magic of this story. Beauty and the Beast (1991) holds a very important piece of my childhood – this movie means a lot to me.

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anonymous asked:

it's been years but fic addressing the Argent basement torture aftermath

Here you are. - Anastasia

Originally posted by claudiastilinski

don’t touch me - a derek hale poem by DenaCeleste

(1/1 I 122 I Teen I No Pairing)

Derek is traumatized and angry with Scott.

making up for all this mess by seasofgreen

(1/1 I 829 I Not Rated I No Pairing)

Allison runs.

She’s done it in every neighborhood she’s lived in; five pairs of running shoes and a collection of sports bras like a workout spread in a teen magazine. Aunt Kate used to take her, said it was a good skill, that she’d need it someday and that it was good for building strength. She’d never said what the strength would be for.

Let it be me by rufflefeather

(1/1 I 1,495 I General I Sterek)

After everything that happened, Stiles goes to see Derek.

here is the deepest secret nobody knows by owlpostagain

(1/1 I 2,322 I Teen I Sterek)

“Derek,” Stiles groans. “You have me. You’ve always had me, you absolute moron, how many physically impossible feats of life-saving heroics do I have to perform before you get it?”

Chase Away Every Monster by wangler

(1/1 I 2,387 I Teen I Sterek)

Stiles holds very still, focusing on breathing. His nose is stuffy from tears of pain and panic, and every breath feels like it’s coming through one of those coffee straws that aren’t worth a damn.

Voices in the Dark by atsuyuri_sama

(1/1 I 23,752 I Mature I Sterek)

Stiles would do anything to protect his Pack. He would even lie, though it means slowly falling apart at the seams.

games we don’t want to play, same winner everyday by Cuppa_Char

(4/4 I 28,272 I Mature I No Pairing I Rape)

It’s the reason he’s here now – on an epic journey for skittles and lucky charms – in a two-bit 24/7. It’s here that everything changes. When the truth comes to a head. When his despair becomes terror. Because Allison and the very much alive Gerard Argent are here too. Grocery shopping, of all things.

Atavism by babbling_bedlamite

(9/? I 35,824 I Teen I Sterek)

at·a·vism [at-uh-viz-uhm]
noun
1. Biology .
a. the reappearance in an individual of characteristics of some remote ancestor that have been absent in intervening generations.
b. an individual embodying such a reversion.
2.
reversion to an earlier type; throwback.

When Stiles is alone, he can’t stop his mind flashing back to that night in the Argent’s basement. When Gerard told him he wasn’t completely human. Just what does it mean to be a Spark?

Runes and all kinds of things by FeelingsDusk

(16/? I 52,527 I Mature I Steter)

Enough is enough. Stiles is tired of being always a last choice when he always tries to do his best for his precious people, so they better get their act together or face being left behind.

OR

The things in the Argent’s basement get nearly fatal, the Sheriff finds about the supernatural, Allison can have a wicked, wicked mind and Peter Hale appears to be everywhere.

Oh, and Stiles can’t seem to stop breaking the laws of physics with his magic.

Alien bar appreciation

Season 2 has great world building with the alien bar (hopefully we’ll get a name soon). I am so thankful that Maggie introduced the bar and I’m happy that Mon El and M'gann anchored the connection to the setting. Whereas Clark has two identities, Kara always seemed to have 3. She is Kara Danvers, Supergirl, and Kara Zor-El. Kara Danvers is a sister, friend, and a reporter at CatCo. Supergirl saves people and works for the DEO. Kara Zor-El is the alien from Krypton that had a life vastly different from the one she has on Earth. It is rare for Kara to show this third identity and she only ever reveals small pieces at a time. With the help on the alien bar, Kara’s multiple identities are aligning. She teases Winn saying “How do you know that’s chicken?” She gets drunk for the first time. She’s in an environment where she is normal. Kara Danvers (sister and friend) merges with Supergirl (DEO agent) which both merge with Kara Zor-El (alien).

Season 1 made it look like that Kara was the only good alien on Earth besides Clark and J'onn. Almost every villain was an alien. Season 2 shows us that there are every day aliens who just want to live a non heroic/normal life. We get to see them in the bar. Kevin consumes spray cans, aliens flirt with each other, and Winn met Lyra there. Outside the bar we have Brian, a blue alien that is a gambling addict, and an alien car family that enjoys listening to Bruno Mars. I love this development and it’s something the Flash has not been able to accomplish yet with Metahumans. Aliens have become a known part of society. People are aware of their existence and the President signed an act giving aliens citizenship.