In conclusion, I feel you. I feel you so much, dude. At the end of the day, all you can do is try to gently educate them (probably not with this salty post though) and if they still refuse to look beyond their sexist, heteronormative stereotypes, well…
Corny Collins is so cool man. Like he just wants to sing and dance and do it with as many people as possible and he doesn’t care what his shitty producer thinks and hires the girl the producer thinks is “too fat” and he’s just so cool man
“Derek lets himself fall on his back, breath short, heart beating fast. He can feel the Wolf in him, purring in satisfaction and contentment. Asking for more. It wants him to turn and touch, to never stop touching. Instead, Derek squeezes his hands into fists and closes his eyes, trying to push it back, this need, this instinct screaming for his mate. For Stiles.”
Title inspired by this Firefly quote: “When you can’t run anymore, you crawl, and when you can’t crawl, when you can’t do that, you find someone to carry you”
His wolf purrs happily because it has taken eighteen years and getting his family killed to finally discover the name of his promised. The person he’s destined to be with. Or, as Werewolves call it – Mate.
“Genim S.” He repeats
“That’s a really fucking weird name” Laura snorts, turning back to the movie.
You grinned as you walked into the penthouse
for the pack meeting and found Derek stood uncomfortably across the room. You
loved to wind him up. In fact, it was practically what got you through the boarding
meeting, especially ones like tonight when Scott seemed hell bent on having the
entire pack fall asleep.
Stiles snickered when you gave Derek a
flirty wave and the wolf glared at you, other than that, he remained immobile and
“You think you can actually get him
flustered?” Stiles whispered and you smirked.
“If I do, you owe me curly fries.” You smiled
when he rolled his eyes and nodded.