and then i wake up to emails that there are hundreds of you guys

accidentally?

Based on this prompt I said I’d fill a few days ago:

boss: “know why I called you in here?”
me: “because I accidentally sent you a dick pic”
boss: “accidentally?”

yup.

(on ao3)

“You need to stop pining after people you haven’t even spoken to,” Lydia says one day, probably because Derek—er, Mr. Hale, their boss—has just stepped through the front door of the cafe where they’re having lunch, and Stiles has trailed off mid-word to watch him walk up to the counter. In Stiles’ defense, he’s never seen Mr. Hale outside of the office before, let alone Mr. Hale wearing a leather jacket over his dress shirt. God, and Stiles thought the tailored suits were bad enough…

Anyway.

“Uh, I have too spoken to him,” Stiles says indignantly, tearing his eyes away from Derek’s broad back across the room. “One day I was coming out of the break room and I almost walked right into him and he said, ‘Excuse me,’ so then I said, ‘Oops,’ and he smiled at me. Kind of. A little bit. I mean, I interpreted it as a smile. There was some prolonged eye contact.”

Lydia abruptly stops stirring her fat-free latte to stare at him—one of those Oh god, it’s worse than I thought kind of looks. “That’s it?”

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Been thinking and writing a lot about real experiences I’ve had at university, through the lens of ‘maybe my school has some Fair Folk hanging around.’ Tbh, makes some stuff make a lot more sense. Enjoy: the adventures of the students at Elsewhere University who have no idea about the fae, but just notice that sometimes stuff is weird: In the corner of the dining hall, someone is always almost done a paper they never seem to finish. They are there every time you walk in, no matter what hour of day or night. You wonder when they sleep. It doesn’t occur to you to wonder if they sleep.  The basement tunnels wind under your dorm. You were just looking for the laundry room, but you have been walking an awfully long time. The motion-detecting lights keep flickering ahead of you though. Maybe if you keep following them, you’ll find your way.  At the end of the party, there are a half dozen half empty beer cans sitting around. You plan to clean up in the morning, and by the time you do so they are already empty.  You put “free pizza!” on the flyer for his event. When it rolls around, far more people show up than you expect. Some are strangely dressed, or look somehow both too old and too young to be students. Do they even go here? Where were they summoned from?  Your professor’s apparent annoyance at students showing up to their clearly scheduled and openly publicized office hours confuses you at first. At a certain point though, it begins to look like fear. They always gesture to the bowl of candy on their desk.

Feel free to take some!

 they say every time, as though you might have forgotten, as though you might have been forbidden otherwise, as a pacifying gesture.  You plan to take a five minute break from work. When you look up from your phone again, an hour has passed. You pause to quickly reply to an email, and realize that everyone has left the library. You think, I’ll just check Facebook to see if I have any notifications, and notice that the sun has already risen.  You’ve been protesting the university’s investments for years, but don’t know the names of the people who make the decisions. There is the school president, but it’s past her, even past the management company. Perhaps it’s a guy in a cubicle with a laptop, diversifying portfolios and calculating returns. Then again, maybe it’s something else that controls the endowment’s hoard. Maybe that’s why it likes feeding on such darkness – war, apartheid, prisons, oil.  When you go to a party at a frat house, don’t accept their food or drink. Don’t drink anything you haven’t poured yourself. Otherwise, you don’t know where or when you’ll wake up. You don’t know how long it will take to escape this night.  You wonder sometimes if there are passageways in the library – closets and bookshelves and bathroom stalls that lead somewhere else. You see people walking in to the library with sleeping bags and boxes of groceries, especially during finals week. You sometimes see them wandering around in their socks, looking lost. You see them leave, occasionally, and when the sun hits them they look as though they have been away for a while.  You’re supposed to drop your paperwork off in the registrars office. You search online for it, but only come up with a website that hasn’t been redesigned since 2004. It lists the building name, which you’ve never heard of, and no address. You search the building name and find two “halls” and one “house” with the name. When you go to each of them, they tell you that the registrar has never been there, but it’s up the main street, head north away from campus, you can’t miss it. You discover a building that though you’ve walked this way hundreds of times, you never noticed before. It’s open and they give you candy and more paperwork to get filled out. Every time you go back afterwards, it’s locked and dark, although the hours posted on the door say it should be open. You decide not to drop that class after all.  You and your friend decide to room together, and for the first few months get along great. You decorate together, you buy house plants, she gives you a necklace shaped like a silver feather that she found doing end of year clean up. You’re not sure when things start to get weird, but the day after Halloween you notice she seems mad and when you ask what’s up she says she doesn’t consider you a friend she doesn’t like you and would you just go away. For the rest of the year, things continue with pretty much that tone, and you’re never quite sure what happened. You survive the year, painfully, and leave campus for the summer. You run in to her in New York at a friend’s birthday party. After avoiding her most of the night, she catches you on your way out. She says she is so excited to see you, she’s missed you so much, and gives you a huge hug. A few years later, you take a four person class together, and she’ll reminisce about when you were roomies. She only ever tells stories from before Halloween. You wonder if she only remembers those. You wonder if she was only there for those.

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you’re like the thing that makes the universe explode

“Kid, the only people who don’t know that you like Suvi are people who haven’t met you and Suvi.” 

Sara Ryder hasn’t slept in a while. It makes for strange, albeit honest, conversations. ~1200 words, heavily featuring Drack.

“Scott has this theory,” Sara says, “about doorways.”

Drack looks at her sideways, a little like she’s lost her mind. Maybe she has - she’s been awake since yesterday, possibly the day before. She’s forgotten. It all blends together in a haze of code, coffee, and pie anyway.

“Yeah?” he says, poking at the tray of biscuits he’s just pulled out of the oven. Seemingly unsatisfied with the poke, he slides the tray back in, grumbling about shoddy Initiative tech.

Sara brings her legs up onto the bench and crosses her ankles. “You know, between me and Gil, we could fix the temperature control on that.”

“Then I wouldn’t get to complain,” he says, setting the timer for another five minutes.  

She shrugs - she can’t fault him for that logic - and takes a slow sip of her coffee. She’s probably long hit maximum saturation of caffeine in her bloodstream, but decaf tastes funny. “Open offer.”

He turns around and leans back against the counter. “So. Doorways.”

“Doorways,” she says. “Scott has a theory that our brains have evolved to subconsciously associate doorways with change. So if you’re stuck on something, just leave the room. Tech, email, crappy mood, whatever. Your brain automatically switches gears when you leave the room.”

“Huh,” Drack grunts. “That also why you guys walk into places and ask everyone else why you showed up?”

“Probably.” She takes another sip. “Anyway. He read an article when we were kids, and never shut up about it. I’d be banging my head against a problem, and he’d just ‘leave the room, Sara,’” she lilts her voice upward in a mockery of his deep baritone. “Never fucking worked.”

Drack crosses his arms. “And doorways are what’s keeping you up?”

“Oh,” Sara says, “no.” She glances at the door: still shut. “I have a crush on Suvi,” she says, as evenly and plainly as if she were mentioning the rain on Havarl. Because she does. A big one. And that, far more than fixing her twitchy assault turret, is what’s kept her awake since yesterday, possibly the day before.

He snorts. “No kidding.”

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The Barn 4

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Sakura made dinner for three, hating how she knew in her bones that she would only need three servings. Tayuya’s seed of worry was sprouting in Sakura’s mind. She started to fixate about the reasons Kakuzu didn’t return her calls.

Her phone was on the counter, dark and silent. No missed called, no unread text messages.

‘Wrong, wrong, wrong.’

“Were you in danger?”

Sakura blinked and looked up, realizing for the first time that Konan was speaking to her. Sakura’s thoughts had drifted again.

“I’m sorry. What were you saying?” Sakura asked.

Kona smiled apologetically. “No, it was sudden. I meant about earlier, with the other girl that came here. She was wild with magic all through her, but that didn’t change when you showed up. I didn’t think that meant danger but when I thought about it later…it’s not normal for shinobi or your sort of people to be flaring their chakra-I mean magic, like that. It’s wasteful.”

“It’s Tayuya. That’s her MO, what she’s known for. She’s all wild all the time. You can’t get the drop on her, and she’s the sort of person you want on your side. For better or for worse, she’s…always dangerous, all the time.”

Sakura grinned out of the side of her mouth, not realizing she was even doing it until she caught the reflection of her face in the water glass. She let the expression fall away. Old memories always felt fonder the further she grew from them.

Memories weren’t much different than scars.

“It didn’t sound like there was much use for being dangerous in this strange new world,” Gaara said, licking his lips. The chances that he was thinking about that drink were high.

“Not for me, no, I’m not really immersed in that world. The rest of the coven, the family, they do the dangerous stuff. I don’t know exactly what, because we weren’t that tight, but it made Tayuya look good.” Sakura shrugged. “I guess I didn’t have enough faith to blindly pledge my services like she did.”

“What is the dangerous stuff?” Gaara asked.

Sakura waved her hand dismissively. “No idea. Maybe they’re beheading dirty politicians in the Ukraine or dealing with forces over the veil. For all I know they’re playing board games with the devil on Wednesdays. What was the sort of dangerous stuff you did when you guys were shinobi in your old world?”

“Fighting, killing people, escorting clients through dangerous territories. It was full blown war at the end,” Konan answered.

“You didn’t look like you were dressed for war when you first were summoned,” said Sakura.

“You can thank whoever it was that tethered our spirits to the wood of this place. When our souls were bound we were influenced by the era of this place. That was over a hundred years ago. You’ve not seen us in our traditional garb.”

Sakura whistled low. “I didn’t know this place was that old.”

Konan grinned. “We were built into it.”

“And it was over one hundred and twenty years ago,” Gaara added. When Konan narrowed her eyes at him quizzically he just pointed to a book left on the end table with the title, Local Providence History.

“I didn’t know you read,” Konan whispered.

Gaara made a face. “You thought I was illiterate?”

“I…just didn’t know you read. There wasn’t a lot of reading material in the mad genjutsu warping word.”

“How did you think I ran a country if I couldn’t read?” Gaara glared at Konan but then whipped his face around to Sakura and his expression went from agitated to desperate. “I can read, I’m not illiterate. I read lots of things.”

“I believe you,” Sakura said, failing to not see his desperate face as cute. He was too easily adorable.

“Are there many like her?” Konan asked. “Crazy like a wildfire and ready to go?”

“Tay is a hurricane, she’s a wind witch like a lot of the main family members. Karin is a blood witch, and I’m a bone witch. Some of the Uzumaki women are dual witches, possessing more than one speciality, but the dominate trait is almost always wind.”

Sakura rolled her eyes, remembering how that classification brought with it a sense of superiority she missed out on. She wasn’t of ‘pure’ stock, they told her.

“Shinobi specialize in different areas of study, and we have natures to our chakra, but it’s funny that we don’t limit ourselves to one trait,” said Konan. “I think you would have done well as a shinobi.”

“I’m barely a witch,” Sakura scoffed. “I’m not a part of that lifestyle, remember?”

“You’re not like the other girl, but that doesn’t mean you’re not dangerous,” Gaara said.

Sakura felt weight settled into her when Gaara looked across the table at her. She felt like he could suddenly see right through her. She had been turned transparent for him to see the parts that she had ignored or pretended to never have in the first place. She hadn’t touched magic in six years but it had touched her, like it or not. He knew that. He saw that.

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Klutz

Soulmate AU where when you get hurt your soulmate feels it.

Pairing: Miles x Reader

You sat patiently as the doctor examined your arm, in the middle of the day a surging pain shot through it and refused to stop no matter how much ice you put on it. The doctor looked through his papers and poked and prodded your arm again. “Well, it seems that your soulmate broke their arm. You have all the symptoms of a broken arm except for the break.” You sighed and nodded thanking him before you leave.

This wasn’t the first time this had happened. You would wake up some days with bruises everywhere and breaks that you didn’t have. You really couldn’t get upset. A week didn’t go by without you bumping into something. Somedays you got confused if a bruise was yours or your soulmates. You continue your walk home when something inside you tells you to go to the starbucks by your house.

You walk into the starbucks and are hit with the AC. It feels great. You let out a sigh as you stand in line holding your arm slightly trying to ignore the pain. You order your iced coffee (or tea if you don’t drink coffee) and sit down near a window. You notice people walking back and forth and you just sip at your coffee and people watch. You see a really cute guy come in and try your hardest not to stare at him.

You realize yet again you’re staring at the cute guy with his friend and decide you need to go get some sleep. You stare at the ground to avoid staring at the guy. You don’t look where you’re going and run right into someone. You feel the hot coffee all over your front before you see it and before you can say anything you hear something across the shop

“OWE FUCKING FUCK.” You’re head shoots up to see the cute guy from before holding a hand over his chest, the other hand is in a cast. How did you not notice this earlier? His friend shoots up next to him and instead of going to help he just points vigorously at you. “KERRY NOW IS NOT THE TIME TO POINT OUT CUTE GIRLS.”

“MILES SHE JUST GOT HOT COFFEE SPILLED ON HER.” The guy in front of you comes back, you hadn’t noticed his absence, and is profusely apologizing and handing you napkins and an ice pack. You turn your focus to him to explain you should have been looking where you were going. You notice the cute guy you now know as Miles looking over his shoulder but not pushing past.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to buy you a new shirt? Give you the money for it? Pay for that one to get cleaned?” You shake your head again and thank him for all he’s done. You notice a girl come over and pull him away telling him you said it was fine and he should stop worrying. You smile at the couple as you go to organize yourself when a hand grips your arm. You wince seeing as it’s the arm that your soulmate broke. The arm immediately whipped away.

“Oh shit did that, did that hurt? Is your arm?”

“My soulmate broke theirs sooo.” His eyes lit up as he basically shoves his cast into your face. You giggled as he did this. “So you think we’re soulmates?” He nods sporadically.

“Considering it seems like we’re the only two people in the world right now, yes.” You giggle again as you notice how everything else seemed to tune itself out around you two. “You wanna be one hundred percent positive?” You nod and he immediately pinches his arm hard and you grab your arm. His smile widens as he pulls you into a bone crushing hug. You giggle again as you pull back.

“I’m (Y/N).” He grabs the back of your hand and kisses it dramatically. You giggle and turn his hand over to return the favor. He laughs and offers you his non broken arm and you grba your purse and take it. Both of you laugh as you make your way to your car. You stop him and his smile falls

“This is me.” You say wearily and he nods his head understandingly. “Can I get your number? Email? Something?” He giggles and pulls out his phone and hands it to you. You put in all your information and text yourself so you can save his. You sigh as you look at your car, reluctant to pull your keys out. “Did you, did you imagine this being more… I don’t know, romantic? Not that this wasn’t great becau-”

“Put your purse down.” You cock an eyebrow and he just rolls his eyes and takes your purse setting it on your car. You go to talk but before you can get out a word you’re being twirled around and dipped to the ground and kissed by Miles. You break apart and hes still holding you close in a dip. “Is that romantic enough?” You pull his face to yours and kiss him again.

“Miles, Burnie called, he said if you’re okay you need to come back in.” Miles sighs deeply and readjusts your position. You peck his cheek and shove him towards Kerry. He goes back to Kerry and you lean against your car and take a deep breathe.

Looking down at your shirt you realize you’ll probably have to throw it out and you let out a more dissapointed sigh. You run a hand through your hair and turn to unlock your car when an arm on your shoulder pulling you around and a pair of lips were on yours. You melted into the kiss feeling Miles’s hands around your waist. Once you pulled away he was shoving something into your arms. “I didn’t know where you were going but I figured you wouldn’t want to be covered in coffee.” He shoved a black sweatshirt with a gray bunny on the front into your arms. You giggled and kissed his cheek thanking him.

Kerry grabbed Miles and dragged him away while you laughed. You put the sweatshirt on and got into your car to go home. You found your soulmate he was a total klutz, but he’s your totaly klutz.

En Ami

CGB

Months of planning. Layers upon layers of subterfuge. Dominoes meticulously arrayed, men placed just so on a chessboard, whatever metaphor you please. A different story for each participant, painstakingly crafted to ensure his or her cooperation. After all, without all of the players working in concert, the whole thing unravels.

How unexpected, then, when I learn of Scully’s visit to Doctor Parenti. Of her unwitting inclusion in a program under my direct purview. So she wants a child, does she?

“Of course none of the samples she brought in are viable, but it’s no matter. We can proceed with something from the next test batch. I’m sure we are getting closer.”

The program is on its last legs, and Parenti knows it. A less experienced man might be fooled, but I am no stranger to sycophants; these are merely the words of a man desperate not to lose his funding. Another failure, and it will surely be another failure, wouldn’t matter in the case of some random test subject, but a failure with Scully? She will not be deceived so easily, and after she exposes every last person involved, Mulder will come riding in on his steed of self-righteousness and burn the place to the ground.

Could we recover from it? Of course. But it’s an expense and a complication I don’t need. I already have enough knives in the air.

“No, use what she gave you. Let it fail, and let her go. I have another use for her, later.”

What I don’t tell him is that her failed conception will serve my purposes quite nicely. An unplanned gift of leverage.

And, ultimately, a means by which I can not only repay her for her cooperation in the larger plan, but potentially drive Parenti’s program into obsolescence.

***

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Ruin The Friendship (part III)

Title: Ruin The Friendship (mini-series) Part 3

Word-Count: 6.3k

Pairing: Jay Park/ Reader (kinda)

Summary: Best friends to lovers. Inspired by Ruin The Friendship - Demi Lovato.

Genre: Smutty Fluff

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4



There’s a picture of me on Jay Park’s Instagram.

This wouldn’t be the first time. He used to post dumb pictures of me edited to look like I had a mustache or drawn on huge boobs. This picture isn’t like that. Taken the last night Jay was home almost a week ago, it’s hard to tell who exactly is in the picture. I’m lying on my chest, my bare back facing the camera while my hair fans out messily covering my face. Posted with a black and white filter, the photo looks too intimate to be just anyone.

He’d disabled the comment section so I’m spared any attack from some of his more “protective” fans. I reread the caption, unable to stop the silly grin from taking up my face. I look around making sure my assistant, Bora, isn’t around to tease me yet again for being infatuated.

As always, I miss her the most.

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Toxic Workplace Environments I Have Personally Experienced And Was Expected To Be A-OK With

It is really hard to be sympathetic to people who complain about exclusionary microaggressions in tech, because, bluntly, I suffer macroaggressions pretty consistently, and it is made clear to me that I’m expected to be ok with these. While everyone else is debating whether or not saying “she” instead of “zhe” is a reportable offense, the following are experiences that I have had


The obvious one: I have a half dozen coworkers who are aware of and incredibly upset about Lambdaconf. Even though that was almost a year ago, they will still on occasion ritualistically shittalk Lambdaconf. They will loudly denounce the people who supported it, and talk about how glad they are that none of those people work with them. They have on certain occasions named specific individuals as thought criminals who should be shunned from the tech community, individuals who are friends of mine. I am expected to smile and nod and say nothing. If they knew at work about Simon Penner, I would very likely lose my job. 


At one company, the three other people on my team were walking Tumblr SJW stereotypes, and whenever I violated one of their ever-changing social norms, I got bitched out for it. The worst incident was the Uber incident. I say “Uber” to refer to cabs generally, similarly to how “Kleenex” is used to refer to tissues. I had said I’d Uber’d home the previous night (I had actually taken a Lyft). This prompted an hour long bitchfest where my coworker aggressively explained to me all the ways in which I was a terrible person who was personally responsible for impoverishing homeless people, because I was quote “supporting a company run by a libertardian [sic]”. They demanded I use Lyft in the future.

I never even got the chance to correct their initial misunderstanding


I’m out for a cross-team lunch. At a crowded restaurant. Ten coworkers at our table. I made some dumb throwaway joke about economics. Using logic that to this day I still haven’t figured out, a coworker concludes that I was actually talking about sexual assault, and loudly exclaims in front of the entire table: “So you support raping women then?”. In front of my boss. In front of my boss’s boss. 

This actually panicked me so much that I left lunch, no explanation, lockpicked the company beer closet, got shitfaced, and then walked out the front door. It was a Friday so nobody heard from me again until Monday morning. Miraculously, someone else realized what had happened, told HR, and I had an apology email waiting for me. And here I thought the accuser, who had significantly more seniority than me, would have gotten me fired


Worked at a company once with an outspoken feminist activist woman on our team. She was a graphic designer who taught (”taught”) herself enough front end coding to transition to the dev team. She was arrogant and incompetent.

While the rest of us would do our jobs, she would take 3+ hour coffee breaks every day. Often with the men in the office she thought were hot. Being a team, it fell to the rest of us to pick up her slack.

One guy in particular picked up the most of it. He cleared 2x as many jira tickets as the rest of us, made 3x as many commits, and was the only guy who would routinely car about cleaning up / refactoring code. He eventually got resentful about this fauxmenist just blatantly taking advantage of the rest of the team, and complained. The response was that the company fired him. Well, managed him out. Everyone knew what was happening, dude quit a month later.

The woman continued to draw a salary there for another year, while doing zero work, until she decided to quit to “focus on art”, and at age 30 she moved back in to her millionaire parents’ mansion. Protesting gentrification by day. Living in a goddamn 8 bedroom house on top of a hill at night. 


One day, at one employer, the COO (second highest ranking person in a several hundred person company) comes over to the engineering area and one by one tries to get engineers to do her a personal favour. The favour: COO was a landlord. She wanted someone to forge some fraudulent documents that were ostensibly signed by her tenant (but in reality, by her engineers), that agreed to a rent increase. 

That is to say, she wanted to secretly and illegally hike the rent on one of her tenants by getting one of the employees at the company she co-owns to forge her tenant’s signature. And she just up and asked us. As if this wasn’t a felony. Nobody did it. One engineer actually joked “Uh I think that is a felony, you should ask someone else”. 


At one point, a former coworker started to clue in to my twitter circles. He didn’t know about Simon, but he knew I have thoughtcriminal friends online. So for a long time he took to making jokes about me being a nazi. He would make these jokes with no context or explanation, in front of my team and my manager. At one point I had to go to my manager about this and explain, pre-emptively, that this is not true and that I think he thinks he’s just making a dumb joke but FYI please don’t think there’s any truth to this.

This happened last year. If it had happened this year, in the wake of all the various threats and justifications that anti trump folks have made, I would have escalated this. If this happened this year, I would do everything in my power to get that coworker fired, as a self defense mechanism. The last thing I want is coworkers assaulting me on my walk home because they think it’s ok since I’m a ‘nazi’.

This should go without saying, but: I am not a Nazi.


As a senior engineer, I’m expected to do technical interviewing. One day we get a diversity rockstar applicant. Every rule is broken. Recruiting breaks their own anti-bias rules to pressure me into approving this guy. They take him out to a fancy expensive lunch (we do not normally provide lunch for interview candidates). He does his technical interview with me and…. he is far and away the most grossly incompetent person I’ve ever seen. Our tech interview has a simple structure: Here are some tests, the app isn’t written yet, write the app to make the tests pass. Somehow he had more tests failing when he was done than when he started.

When we huddled up to discuss this candidate, I was the only person who was not a strong yes. Everyone else in the circle gave some incredibly horse shit reason about why “technical proficiency is not the most important part of this job” and how his “unique background and experiences will be an asset to the team”. It was pathetic, everyone going around trying to avoid accidentally saying something that would suggest they were racist. So when it came around to me and I said, simply: “Worst performing candidate I have interviewed, in my career”.

I was punished for this. My boss, who made the final call, couldn’t handle the optics of making a hiring decision with such a polarized discussion, so he put it on me. He told me to phone the guy, give him a second interview (don’t you know you get do-overs if you screw up, apparently), and then I had to be the one to make the hire or not call. Which meant that if I still said no, everyone can agree that I’m just a racist prick. 

I said no. It didn’t come up again, but I have no idea what people think when they’re not speaking. 


At one company, I assume something happened internally because one week we were forced to attend like four mandatory diversity/bias training sessions. For the main event, we brought in a very expensive, very prestigious speaker, who gave us a talk about how we’re all racist shitheads because implicit bias

This presentation was so blatantly propagandistic that so many people were pissed that the (incredibly SJW) manager who organized this formally apologized to the company for wasting our time. When the SJWs thing you’re full of feminist shit, that’s saying something


I had a coworker one time who proudly informed me that she would reject any candidate that admitted to reading lesswrong, and would fire anyone who snuck past her filter. She never noticed that I snuck past her filter. 

Two years later, some of my Twitter friends are freaking out because there’s an SA thread trying to dox and harass them. My coworker, and her best friend, I saw them gleefully participating in that thread. Trying to harass specific friends of mine, who keep their privacy for good reason. 


These are the most egregious toxic workplace events I’ve personally lived through. At least, the cultural/political ones; I have more bog-standard dysfunctional ones but those are boring. The really shocking thing to me is that, aside from the COO story, every single one of the above were seen as completely normal and expected by everyone else involved. Nobody thought anything objectionable happened.

This really, really distresses me. We live in a world where, two years ago, it was national news that American office workers are sexist because they keep the thermostat too low. Like, when those articles dropped, my then-employer formally updated their thermostat policy to mandate the temperature be higher. Because to do otherwise would be a micro aggression against female staff.

To underscore this: I have worked at companies that have had serious internal policy discussions over the sexist nature of the thermostat.

Meanwhile I have coworkers openly threatening my friends and I in the office, threatening us with economic (and on a few cases physical) violence, and I’m just expected to be ok with this. If I complain, well, HR’s job is to solve problems with employees and the easiest way to solve individual complaints is removing the individual. If I point out this disconnect in how seriously things are taken, I’m tarred a misogynist who hates women, and I find my career advancement stagnating. This is horse shit.

Does that seem right to you?

fox in the henhouse

written because foxes are adorable. and the world needs more fox!Stiles. 

Originally posted by setyourpridetotheside


All things considered, there are probably nicer ways to wake in the morning than to the screams and wails of between twenty and thirty traumatized eight-year-olds.

God-fucking-dammit.

What now?

Peter rolls out of bed, hauls his jeans on, and stumbles out the front door of the house just in time to see the herd of weeping children being ushered back toward the yellow bus that’s waiting for them out on the road. Their teacher is bringing up the rear, glaring at Derek as he stumbles along beside her looking apologetic and saying something that clearly she’s not prepared to listen to.

Peter groans and leans in the doorway of the small house.

“Derek?” he asks when the bus takes off and his nephew drags his sorry ass back to the little house. “What the fuck was that?”

***

Three years ago, Peter was a lawyer. He supposes that technically he still is a lawyer, but fuck that. He’s done with that bullshit. When he found himself sitting in his office one day, gazing out over the glittering cityscape and contemplating slitting his own wrists with his fancy letter opener, he’d figured it was time to get out.

Besides, it’d take more than a silver letter opener to kill himself, what with his werewolf healing.

That very same day he’d received an email from his nephew Derek, who had just graduated college and decided to return home to Beacon Hills to make his own cheese. And he wanted Peter to invest, since everyone else in the family thought he was fucking crazy. So did Peter, actually, but it just so happened that he needed some fucking crazy in his life, so not only had he invested in Derek’s business, he’d headed home to help run it.

From lawyer to farmer, in one easy step.

Because of course Derek’s cheese has to come from his own cows and goats and even sheep. It’s taken a few years to get everything up and running, but they’re turning a profit at last. They employ thirty people, run factory tours and, as a little bonus for the tourists and the local elementary school children, have a sort of a petting zoo out the front where they keep some lambs, a few poddy calves, some goatlets—kids, dammit. Why can Peter never remember that? Oh, because he is a terrible famer, as Derek likes to remind him—and some ducks and chickens.

Chickens.

“Again?” he asks as he follows Derek toward the little petting zoo. “Seriously?”

Derek sighs and nods.

Peter pinches the bridge of his nose. “Next time, can someone check it’s not the Texas Chainsaw Massacre in there before the kids arrive?”

Peter might be a terrible famer, but he’s damn good at publicity and advertising and schmoozing at trade shows and generally making sure that Hale Organic Cheeses has the best fucking reputation in the area. And that good reputation is going to be really difficult to hold onto if they continue to traumatize innocent children.

Derek nods worriedly.

“Go, Peter says, and waves him away. “Go and do the things you do.”

“What are you going to do?” Derek asks him.

Peter narrows his gaze. “I’m going to kill him.”

***

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gizkasparadise  asked:

nonPathfinder Scott is introduced to the crew

Scott is honestly finding Heleus to be kind of a drag.

The parts of it he’s been awake for, at least. He’s willing to accept that the whole ‘running into the Scourge right as he’s coming out of cryo’ thing might have been an accident, but the ‘get your head cracked open by a genocidal maniac’ part is beginning to feel like a grudge.

Neither of those are the worst part (and Scott’s brain helpfully diverts around the whole Dad thing). He’ll take it to his grave and SAM’s harddrive, but waking up to find his sister - his twin - being the Pathfinder, being this person with the weight of a galaxy on her shoulders, being so damn far away from him?

He’s always been one half of a whole. He’s not sure what he’s supposed to do with this new Sara and all the bits and pieces that seem to have joined her during his bouts of unconsciousness.

…Okay, so they’re people. People who have helped keep Sara alive while the whole universe has gone to hell. He can be a little more charitable, probably.

“So, I mean, they’re a little bit insane, but you pretty much had to be to come to Heleus in the first place, right?” His sister is babbling, because his sister is nervous, and he’s not completely sure if it’s at the prospect of introducing him to her new family, or introducing her new family to him. “But they’re good people, Scott. Not always…nice people, or peaceful people, but good.”

“Sure.” He follows her to the boarding area to the Tempest, letting the doors hiss open before he speaks again. “Just one question.”

“Hit me.”

“Am I the boyfriend or the dad right now?”

She rolls her eyes, checking him with her hip; they’re sixteen years old and he’s just caught her sneaking out again. He grins back at her, and for half a second things feel normal

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Taiyama week 2017 day 8. Freebie  :D

What i really enjoy about Taiyama? 

Writte and read fanfiction, i just love it. but true is that i´m the mother of two with a full day job and a car that seems pretty decide to fall apart every three seconds, so i don´t have the time or the enrgy to writte as much as i would like :C,still i have like tons of ideas for fanfics¡¡ speciali AU´s taiyama fanfics, so while i found time to continue to my superhero au and my Hogwarts au, please enjoy so many others ideas that i not even intend to do. lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala

1- knights Au: Kind of Royal/feudal era, with dragons and magician and kings. Taichi and Yamato are both apprentices to knights, but they couldn´t bee more different, Taichi is from a noble family and Yamato is a boy from the town who for some miracle is aloud to  train near to the others. Taichi is the best with all kind of weapons and Yamato has the brain for strategy and diplomacy, whatsoever the crown has a lot of secrets, and even when the they begins like rivals soon they development feelings for each others, and those feelings are put to the test on the battlefield.  I HAVE SO MANY DETAILS ABOUT THESE ONE. 

Both of them wants the position of captain of the royal guards, both for different reasons, Taichi is the son of the last captain and all his life has learn how to do that job, Yamato is in reality the bastard son of the queen, rejected by his mother he is up to prove his value as a knight and of course protect his little brother: prince Takeru (who doesn´t know that Yamato is truly his brother) but he is incapable of beat Taichi in combat. 

2. Idol Au. Yamato waits all day (and his life ) for the opportunity for an audition for the best singing competition in the reality t.v., but his dreams get cut when he is force to share his audition with another guy with the minimum knowledge of harmony or music who is there just for loosing a bet. Is a surprise when the incredible chemistry between the two aloud them to past to the next round, so is up to Yamato to teach Taichi how to sing properly meanwhile both of them jump to the famous and compete against others singers and group and of course fall in love in front of the cameras. 

3. Stark trek AU: OOOOOMMMGGG Taichi as the captain and Yamato is the second in command. Did i need to said anything else? 

4. Haunted House AU: After the tragic death of their parents Yamato and Takeru star to hear weird noises around their house, also estrange events surround the brothers, in an act of despair they get in touch with a pair of ghost haunters, a mystical girl who claims to be a physic and his enthusiastic big brother and even when Yamato is sure that is a scam he is incapable of found another explanation for the eventualities or for his growing feelings for Taichi.  

5. ANOTHER HOGWARTS AU THIS TIME THREE WIZARD TOURNAMENT EDITION: Taichi is a last year Griffindor extremely happy for had been selected to participated in the tournamet, of course he must compete agains Yamato Ishida a Durmstrang student. They becomes friends and ended up going together to the Christmas ball and absolutely everyone lost their mind. 

6. Teacher AU: The young teacher Taichi is concern about one of his students behavior, he found out that theirs parents are divorcing and call the parents to a meeting, of course they didn´t come to the date and the only one who show concern about little Takeru is his big brother Yamato. Is Taichi first Job and Yamato is extremely handsome. 

7.You got an email kind of AU¡: Taichi owns a small fast food restaurant in his home town but his restaurant get into troubles when the most fancy, luxury and healthy salad place open in the barely next block, and soon the owners of each business star a hate war betwen the locals. Meanwhile the only thing that aloud Yamato to survive the stress of such food war are the lovely conversations with his unanimous  internet friend, wink, wink. 

8. Neighbors AU: Taichi hates that his upstair neighbor  band rehearses every single nights because their are TOO LAUD AND NOT EVEN THAT GOOD , Yamato hates that Taichi put his music so early in the morning for his early soccer practice and bounce that dam ball all morning, came on¡ is not like he is an olimpic athlete or something¡ just wake up after the sun comes out like a normal person¡ Both of them play prank to each others until they finally met and holy cow¡ they didn´t expect that the other one was that good looking.

9. You saw the word in black and white until you met your true love AU: Again his will Taichi joins his little sister at the concert of some teen pop boy band and unfortunately for him at the beginning of the concert Taichi´s world turn on to colors. Now he must search between the hundred of people who attend the concern in favor to found his true love, of course that the last person that he expect is the vocalist and lider of the boy band Yamato Ishida. 

10. How to get away with murder Au: Taichi and Yamato are law students and frecuenly compete agains eachothers for the top position in class, but when they witness how an old profesor try to get advantage of Taichi little sister and ended up murdering that profesor they must work as a team to hide the evidence and.. you get it.. get away with murder.  

11. Cosplay contest: Taichi works all summer in his Iron man ulta realistic cosplay for the comic convention and get really angry when a sexy captain America win the contest.  The last thing that Yamato needs after lost a bet and be force to go with that ridiculous costume to the convention was winning the stupid contest.  

So i must dinner now so is that´s all¡¡¡¡ Happy Taiyama week for everyone¡¡¡ 

You’ve Got Mail - Chapter 1

Summary:: Belle French and Callan Gold meet in an AOL chatroom in the late 90′s and quickly bonded over email. Little do they know that in real life they are business rivals that completely hate each other. 

Originally published under melissabosquez, September 2014. Cover by Midstorm

Belle French held her breath and watched slyly from the curtain of her bedroom window for her long term live in boyfriend, Geoffrey, to exit the building on his way to work. The mornings were the favorite part of her day, especially when her boyfriend was gone so that she could indulge herself in one of her guilty pleasures; the internet. Geoffrey was a bit of a technophobe that was convinced that modern advancements were going to be the downfall of all mankind, beginning with the internet. Whenever he caught Belle online he would begin harping his conspiracy theories and it was easier for her just to wait until he was gone. He didn’t like what he couldn’t seem to understand, whereas Belle appreciated it for the marvel it was.

They had been in a relationship together for nearly five years now and it had become a thing of habit more than any kind of love or connection. She didn’t doubt that Geoffrey was any more interested in her than she was in him. He was convenient though. Comfortable.

She waited for a few more moments and finally he appeared out the front door of their apartment complex and was on his way down the street. With a squeal Belle dropped the curtain and ran the short distance from the window to her desk and opened up her portable computer with a grin. With a grin and the crack of her knuckles she double clicked the AOL icon and waited to be connected to the internet.

If Belle was perfectly honest with herself, it wasn’t exactly the wondrous depths of knowledge or endless possibilities that the internet entailed that excited her. Those were all good things and she loved to see how things progressed further but all she really was looking forward to was three little words. You’ve. Got. Mail. She smiled and spoke the words out loud in time with the computer voice, quickly clicking on the icon of a letter waiting in a mailbox. The page loaded and she felt her stomach tighten in anticipation as she was rewarded with an email from her favorite person, thespinner61.

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indelible (harvey/mike)

based on this ask, where an anon suggested a soulmate/soulmark au where notes on the back of the hand show up on the other person. I wasn’t going to actually write it, until I did.


Harvey gives so little regard to the rare - borderline mythological - occurrence of soulmate marks that when he sees a note on the back of his hand reminding him about the meeting with McGraw Hill tomorrow he just figures he must’ve written it there earlier that day without really realizing it.

He doesn’t remember that when the meeting was scheduled he and Mike were in his office so he immediately put the appointment in his email calendar, and nor does he notice that the note on his hand isn’t in his handwriting. There’s just a note on the back of his hand which he doesn’t remember putting there, but he’s a busy man, so the most logical explanation is that he wrote it but simply forgot about it.

It may be the most logical explanation. But it’s not the right one.

*

Mike walks into his office, a stack of folders in his arms that is so high Mike can rest his chin on them. Harvey tries not to grin at the comical sight, and when Mike sets them down on the coffee table - somehow keeping the tower of files intact - before he collapses on the couch, it takes everything Harvey has not to let out a laugh.

“The couch is not for lying on during business hours,” Harvey admonishes, though he doesn’t put much effort into it.

“Well then the couch shouldn’t be so comfy after I’ve been up all night going through three thousand, two hundred and eighty seven pages of documents.”

“I thought you liked going through boxes of paperwork and looking for loopholes,” Harvey teases.

“Oh yeah,” Mike mumbles sleepily, “I live for it.”

Harvey chuckles. He lets Mike have a moment of rest, because truth be told he does deserve it, and finishes up his email. By the time he’s done Mike is asleep.

Harvey glances outside the office, hoping there’s no one there to see. Donna’s there, obviously, but she winks at him and says, “Want me to keep people out?”

Harvey pretty much always wants her to keep people out of his office, but he shakes his head, because he’s not letting Mike sleep on his couch in the middle of a work day. He closes his laptop and crosses the room to the couch.

“Mike,” he says gently, gripping Mike’s shoulder. There’s no response. “Come on Sleeping Beauty, time to wake up.”

“Not Sleeping Beauty,” Mike protests, blinking his eyes open.

“Good, because there is no Prince Charming here to wake you with true love’s kiss. Now come on, let’s go put the information you found to good use. And if things go well, maybe you can call it a day”

*

If there’s one thing Harvey is good at, it’s keeping secrets. Maintaining privilege for his clients is a point of professional pride, and it never causes him a second thought.

He thought hiring Mike would be the exact same thing. That Mike’s secret was just like protecting privilege, and that he could be as distant and uncaring with Mike as he was with every other lawyer not worth his time at Pearson Hardman.

But then, turns out, Mike actually is worth his time.

And protecting Mike’s secret is no longer just a matter of course, it isn’t just something he does to protect himself and his own career. He does it because he cares about Mike’s well being and his future.

He does it because he cares about Mike. Much more than he thought he would.

*

Harvey looks up and down the busy street, then glances at his watch. He lets out a sigh. “Where is he?”

“Yeah, about that…” Mike says, and Harvey turns to Mike with a raised eyebrow. “I may or may not have texted Ray during the meeting to say that we didn’t need him anymore.”

“And why would you do that?”

“You see that restaurant down there,” Mike says, pointing down the street. Harvey has no idea which one he’s talking about, but to be fair, the block is almost entirely lined with restaurants and cafes. “You’re taking me there for dinner.”

Harvey feels like his eyebrow is going to get stuck in this position, Mike keeps surprising him so much. “Oh am I?” he asks, and despite best efforts he can’t help but be slightly amused.

Mike nods. He even grips Harvey’s elbow and starts tugging him in that direction. If for no other reason than he’s surprised (and slightly turned on, which is a feeling he’s trying to ignore a lot lately) by Mike’s boldness, he lets himself be pulled along.

“And why am I taking you to dinner at this restaurant?”

“Because I’ve always wanted to try it. And seeing as it’s my birthday I decided that for once we are going to actually stop and eat something decent instead of grabbing a bagel and coffee from the guy outside Pearson Hardman.”

There are many things Harvey could comment on. The irony of Mike “I survive on Red Bull and pizza” Ross lecturing Harvey on bad eating habits. Mike pretending like he didn’t love the bagels the coffee cart guy had. The fact that Mike wanted to spend the evening of his birthday with Harvey. But he comments on none of those things. Instead he lets Mike lead the way, and he treats Mike to the best birthday dinner he can.

Judging by the wide grin constantly plastered to Mike’s face throughout the evening, he does a pretty good job.

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Together (part one)

Summary: When Steve introduced his girlfriend to his best friend, he would have never thought that they might already know each other. Modern Day AU. Partly inspired by this song.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader / Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2,727

Author’s Note: Guys, I think it goes without saying that you should never cheat on anyone. Just don’t do it. I’m not exactly sure how many parts this will have, it all depends on y’all. With that being said, enjoy this angsty piece of crap. Warnings for the entire series: severe angst, cheating, unprotected sex, jealousy, lying, possessiveness, stalking.

Playlist: 1, 2, 3, 4

Originally posted by spiderliliez

She felt the bed shift.

The sun hadn’t yet made a break in the early morning sky, and the room was still dark; only dimly lit by the bathroom light that had just been turned on. She could hear the faucet running and the faint sound of teeth being brushed as she reached over and checked the time on her phone. The intense light of the screen made her vision blur and eyes squint. But after a few blinks, she could make out those three numbers; 5:06.

A shadow moved along the hallway walls, and she quickly placed her phone back on the bedside table and turned on her side. With her eyes clamped shut, she listened as he moved around the room, mentally picturing every action; opening the closet door, pulling a shirt from the hanger, crossing the room to the dresser, finding a pair of socks and boxers in the drawer. It was the same every morning, every day, at the same time. 

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anonymous asked:

What are your Shakarian fic recs? I love Ghost, Ghost, and I would love to read more because that fic got me started on this pairing and I can't stooooppppppp!

OH DANG do I have recs for you! :D But first, thank you so much for reading Ghost! I’m so glad that I’m getting my momentum back, and it’s in large part because the readers have been so lovely and supportive! <3

And onto the recs! 

First off, I want to rec two magnificent friends of mine, servantofclio​ and thievinghippo​, who both have fantastic Shepards that they’ve written a lot about. servantofclio​ has the lovely Val Shepard and Artemisia Shepard, who is the main character in her fantastic Mass Effect/TMNT crossover, and thievinghippo​ has the delightful Sonya Shepard. They’ve both written a mix of longfic and shorter pieces, so you can indulge as much as you want! 

I adore these Shakarian fics – I know I’m going to miss some because I’m a doofus and haven’t bookmarked every fic that I’ve loved, but here goes! 

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“You Have Been Such a Blessing to Me” By Tina Knowles Lawson

When I was asked to write an open letter to you, I thought about the hundreds of texts and emails that I have sent to you on holidays and on Sundays, when I ask you to say a prayer to thank God for each other. Every day, I wake up thinking about how much I love, admire and cherish each of you.

I gave birth to two of you, but I have four incredible daughters. Writing this brought to mind all the ways you guys have been such a blessing to me.

When i’m feeling sad or not-so-cute or maybe a little sorry for myself, and you all include me in your group chat and tell me how hot I still look or how cool I am. Maybe you send me a crazy YouTube video. What actually works best is a cute photo of my grandchildren.

I remember slumber parties after my divorce, when we watched old movies and ate a lot of ice cream. I felt so loved and supported. The roles were reversed, and it was ME who needed nurturing.

I remember my first date when every one of you weighed in on what I should wear.

The obvious things about all of you are apparent. You are all strong, beautiful, intelligent and smart businesswomen. You are so much more than that. You are all kind, generous and you treat people well. You are all amazing mothers, wives, daughters, sisters and friends. All of you have total self-respect.

Beyoncé, I wish people could see how you are when you’re not in front of the camera or on the stage. How compassionate and kind you are to people, how you look them right in the eye when you speak to them. How hard you work, how generous you are with your time and money. How you don’t care if anyone knows about it because you do it from the heart. I wish they could see you with the Make-A-Wish Foundation kids, how patient you are and how your love has helped to extend lives. Yes, you are a huge star, but you have somehow managed to stay grounded and humble in the wake of all your success.

Solange, I knew when you were born three days late that you would walk to the beat of your own drum. You were always my rebel warrior! Always defending the underdog and fighting for what you believe in. I remember you, at 10 years old, started a petition to remove a bad teacher, and your dad and I were so proud of you. I love that you do not let others define who you are, or what you are. Whether in your music, fashion or your life, you truly are your own incredible, unapologetic person! As tough as you are, you will drop everything to take care of someone you love.

Kelly, I know without a doubt that you were a true gift from God. You came to live with us when you were only 11 years old. You were the sweetest, most kind person I had ever met and you still are. You are also a true survivor. You never give up. Your discipline and drive always inspires me. You make me want to take better care of my body and constantly motivate me to exercise and take time for myself. You have the best listening skills and are a loyal friend to many. I’ve seen you take the jewelry off of your arm and give it to someone because you wanted to make them feel good.

Angie, you are my niece, but we have always been more like mother and daughter! You were always so mature, always challenging me and questioning why. (Fortunately I never believed in the “Because I said so” or “I’m the adult” crap, either.) I always trusted that you would look out for and protect Solange, Kelly and Beyoncé, and you did! You still do sometimes. You are so smart and perceptive, and you see through bullshit right away! You’ve always had our backs. Our own family fixer!! You know I call you Olivia Pope!!!!!

I’m often asked, what was my most proud moment? I would have to say it was at my recent wedding, when all four of you said in your own words that I taught by example and that I helped to make you the women you are today!!!! That was truly my proudest moment!

All my love,

Mom

evilheroes  asked:

Hello amazing admins of an amazing blog! I love this blog! I love your fic recs and your humor and everything! I love that you always take into consideration all of the suggestions that your followers give you! Thank you for being awesome and continue the great job! You deserve all the followers you have and a lot more! Can you update the sterek college au tag? Thanks in advance!

YYYYOOOOOO!!!!!! YOU SAID YOU WANTED COLLEGE AUS AND DO I HAVE COLLEGE AUS FOR YOU?!?!?!?!?!? I HAVE A LOT OF THEM FOR YOU BECAUSE I LOVE THIS. I LOVE THIS A LOT. (Also, it would have been done sooner today, except Angsty stole my computer to read meta and just scroll through our dash. *CURSE YOU ANGSTY*) 

Also, I didn’t know what you wanted specifically, so I just grabbed some of my favorites and threw them in here. Thus, some of these will already have been recced and some of them might be reviewed in the future. 

you turned around and stole my heart by spock_flavored

2,468  I  one shot

Teen and Up

College baseball AU. What even is Stiles’ life.

A Goldfish in a Bowl by orphan_account

2,575  I  one shot

Mature

Stiles really, really hates his roommate. He’s too clean, too quiet, too ruggedly handsome, and it’s just not fair. People like Stiles Stilinski aren’t supposed to hit the kinda-sorta jackpot and end up roommates with people like Derek Hale. Plus, Derek keeps walking in whenever Stiles is trying to have “Happy Manly Alone Time.”

The Future’s Open Wide by cheesewithmy

4,147  I  one shot

Teen and Up

AU. Stiles snaps his fingers, rocking forward on the chair and grinning, “Oh, oh man, Derek’s the Magneto of werewolf rights! You’ve been invited the join the Brotherhood of Evil Werewolves.”

Yo Hablo Español by themistymountainsong

4,519  I  one shot

Teen and Up

“That Spanish poetry class I’m taking- the final is now a take-home. We have to write poetry, Erica.”

“And that’s what has you so freaked out?” she says, laughing. “Derek, you’re a lit major- how have you never had to write poetry before?”

I’ve- I’ve had to write poetry before, but this isn’t, it’s-” Derek puts his face in his hands. “It’s erotic poetry,” he says, his voice muffled into his palms. Erica bursts into cackles, and Derek lifts his head to glare at her. “It’s really not that funny.”

there are rows & rows & rows by magneticwave

4,621  I  one shot

Teen and Up

NOTE: This is a genderbend

There are at least fourteen things Danny would much rather be doing right now, including sawing off his own arm and stabbing puppies with knives, and yet he’s still here, around the corner from their Econ lecture hall, coaching Stiles through asking their TA out for coffee.

Green Means Go (and Sex) by literaryoblivion

5,319  I  one shot

Explicit

Stiles is more than a little disappointed to see a sea of red and yellow when he enters the party. He is already halfway through his second semester of college, and he has yet to have anything remotely resembling a hookup, not even a steamy make-out session with some over the pants groping. He thinks maybe he shouldn’t have come expecting anything else at a stoplight party on Valentine’s Day.

Only… he saw a certain someone named Derek Hale post on Facebook that he was coming to this party, and Stiles kind of wanted to see what color he was wearing and fantasize about possibly having a chance with him.

Second-hand bookshops are the new romantic backdrops by RonnieMinor

6,902  I  one shot  I  part 1 of 3 of this series

General Audiences

In which our hero moves to England, has an only slightly petrifying best friend, works in a bookshop, oh, and meets Derek.

Standard.

Silence In The Computer Lab by charlesdk

8,043  I  2/2

General Audiences

Derek has way too much studying to do and is running on way too little sleep and way too much coffee. So of course, that’s when this little asshole comes in and ruins his day completely.

Hot for Teacher(’s Aide) by linksofmemories

8,050  I  one shot

Teen and Up

“He invited you to his apartment.”

“To do a lesson plan.”

“Yeah and to probably lesson your plan while you’re there,” Scott said, waggling his eyebrows.

“That made no sense, but you still managed to make it sound dirty,” Stiles said. “I’m impressed.”

Varsity Jacket. by Handsofred

8,979  I  one shot

General Audiences

‘’Who’s he?’’ Stiles had found himself whispering to Isaac who was sat next to him, their eyes watching as Danny, Boyd and Jackson had wondered over to the table where the darker haired boy had appeared.
‘’Derek Hale, captain of the football team’’ Isaac had replied in a mono tone, his own eyes drifting back to his lunch and books which had been scattered around them and amongst Stiles’ own as he sat and stared across the quad. ‘’I wouldn’t bother, Derek doesn’t date’’ Isaac’s tone that lunch had been dry, like he knew the real story behind the boy called Derek.

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“You Have Been Such a Blessing to Me” By Tina Knowles Lawson (x)

To Beyoncé, Solange, Kelly and Angie

When I was asked to write an open letter to you, I thought about the hundreds of texts and emails that I have sent to you on holidays and on Sundays, when I ask you to say a prayer to thank God for each other. Every day, I wake up thinking about how much I love, admire and cherish each of you.

I gave birth to two of you, but I have four incredible daughters. Writing this brought to mind all the ways you guys have been such a blessing to me.

When I’m feeling sad or not-so-cute or maybe a little sorry for myself, and you all include me in your group chat and tell me how hot I still look or how cool I am. Maybe you send me a crazy YouTube video. What actually works best is a cute photo of my grandchildren.

I remember slumber parties after my divorce, when we watched old movies and ate a lot of ice cream. I felt so loved and supported. The roles were reversed, and it was ME who needed nurturing.

I remember my first date when every one of you weighed in on what I should wear.

The obvious things about all of you are apparent. You are all strong, beautiful, intelligent and smart businesswomen. You are so much more than that. You are all kind, generous and you treat people well. You are all amazing mothers, wives, daughters, sisters and friends. All of you have total self-respect.

Beyoncé, I wish people could see how you are when you’re not in front of the camera or on the stage. How compassionate and kind you are to people, how you look them right in the eye when you speak to them. How hard you work, how generous you are with your time and money. How you don’t care if anyone knows about it because you do it from the heart. I wish they could see you with the Make-A-Wish Foundation kids, how patient you are and how your love has helped to extend lives. Yes, you are a huge star, but you have somehow managed to stay grounded and humble in the wake of all your success.

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All my love,

Mom