While many people think fanfiction is about inserting sex into texts (like Tolkien’s) where it doesn’t belong, Brancher sees it differently: “I was desperate to read about sex that included great friendship; I was repurposing Tolkien’s text in order to do that. It wasn’t that friendship needed to be sexualized, it was that erotica needed to be … friendship-ized.” Many fanfiction writers write about sex in conjunction with beloved texts and characters not because they think those texts are incomplete, but because they’re looking for stories where sex is profound and meaningful. This is part of what makes fan fiction different from pornography: unlike pornography, fanfic features characters we already care deeply about, and who tend to already have long-standing and complex relationships with each other. It’s a genre of sexual subjectification: the very opposite of objectification. It’s benefits with friendship.
Okay. So I.ve spent the last two and a half months being terrorized by the woman who bought the house I rent a room in. She has me so anxious and stressed and terrified that I know the local mental crisis line people and ask for them by name, so I can just continue where I left off. I’m calling them daily, calling friends, and sobbing near constantly. I’ve gotten help from the local housing resources and their legal aid department, but things escalated from “oh, we’ll just send a lawyer letter so she backs off a bit” to “the plumbing doesn’t work, landlady won’t fix it, and is texting 30 times in an hour” within two weeks.
I am a mentally ill abuse victim. I can’t handle this anymore.
I have lawyers salivating at this job, because it’s an easy win. HOWEVER. I’m still on the hook for the rest of this month’s rent, and between not being able to live in a house with no plumbing for Some Time, and my car breaking down twice, I’m short $300. I also need to hole some money back for potential up-front lawyer fees. Barring lawyer rec, I will be giving my 30 day notice, which means I’m on the hook for part of next month. And I need to rent a storage unit, because I’m going to be homeless due to this, and I need a place to store my things, which will probably be $100 a month.
Guys, I am desperate. I can’t keep doing this. I need out, for my safety and mental health, and I need to pay the rest of this month ASAP so the woman gets off my back, and then grab a storage unit, so I can start shoving things there.
If ANYONE can help, my PayPal is firstname.lastname@example.org
Please share, please help, and if you’re local to Portland Oregon and would be at all willing to come over for an hour to let me sob into your lap and make nonsense comfort noises at me, I would really appreciate it. I’m so fucking scared and I can’t get out.
please write more lgbt characters in books that aren’t specifically about sexuality (although we need more of those, too).
i just want to be able to pick up a book and see two girls falling in love while trying to battle a corrupt government, while trying to defeat this one evil dude, while time travelling. i don’t want ‘lgbt’ to be a genre of its own, you know? i want genre books with main characters who just happen to be lgbt. i want this so much.
I have a hard time reading fluff because it makes me feel empty and crave a relationship desperately, so instead I read smut and angst because the feeling of lust and sadness is easier to deal with than all the things that comes with fluff. Like you won’t even think about, fluff seems so simple, but then it’s builds up and builds up before hitting you like a freight train.
I think the most important question of all time is if Derek prefers belly rubs, or is he the kind of 'clingy when cuddling' boyfriend so he just lays on top of Stiles and lets him rub his back (and sometimes his butt) ? My personal headcanon is that werewolves can get sort of stoned from their mate's scent and Derek once a month likes to climb into Stiles' lap and melt into his arms surrounded by his boyfriend's scent. Bonus pie points if Derek steals Stiles' shirts to wear when he's napping
You have no idea how much I just screamed over this ask. This is being filed under “favourites”, for sure.
I think Derek is the type of guy who really, really likes cuddles and anything that involves getting to touch Stiles, but pretends he’s completely indifferent to it/does it only to “shut Stiles up”. Which, you know, is complete lies. The first time Stiles sleeps next to Derek in a bed, it’s painfully obvious Derek wants to cuddle but he just doesn’t know how to go about asking. Poor, awkward lamb. Stiles nearly makes a joke at Derek’s expense about how obvious it is because, well, but he refrains at the last minute upon seeing Derek’s face - Derek doesn’t just look nervous, he looks scared, like he might be rejected - and shaking his head (because this adorable asshole) Stiles shifts closer and hastily mumbles something about not having his pillow, “so you’ll have to do, big guy”.
Before they get together, it takes a while for Derek to get used to being tactile with Stiles. Derek is fine touching other people - he has the control that way - but he’s still not good with people touching him. Unfortunately, that’s not a great combination when you are a touch starved werewolf with trust issues, because it pretty much means the only kind of physical contact Derek ever receives is either in life or death situations or during (not so fun and friendly) pack training sessions. Not ideal. Of course, after a while, Stiles clocks this.
Stiles has known about Derek’s touch issues since he first met him, but it’s better now (he thinks). So he tries small things: sitting next to Derek during pack movie nights and pressing his leg against his; letting himself fall asleep on Derek’s shoulder (desperately trying not to read too much into it when Derek doesn’t move away); and, a few times, hugging Derek goodbye and lingering longer than he should each time he does it.
After a while, Derek starts touching Stiles back. One day, he just crawls through Stiles’ window and sits by Stiles’ bed until Stiles - very tired and not thinking things through too much - puts a hand on Derek’s shoulder and tells him in no uncertain terms “ to get up here for some Stilinski spooning time”. Derek grumbles at that but he’s in Stiles’ bed exactly twenty seconds later, which gives Stiles major pause for thought.
And listen, this is how it goes on. They aren’t even together but Derek touching Stiles and being touched by him soon becomes A Thing. For both of them. A very important thing. The life of Derek Hale suddenly becomes about three things: the pack, Cora, and Stiles.
Sometimes, Stiles sleeps over at the loft. Not for any reason other than the fact Stiles does a lot of late night research there, but after a while it kind of becomes apparent Stiles is there for “research times” and what he has come to call “Derek’s personal pillow times”. Derek’s person pillow times often involve Derek shyly (but somehow still grumpily) crawling into Stiles’ lap and (not so subtly) scenting him. Stiles asked about the scenting thing once and Derek stopped for three weeks, entirely embarrassed - Derek had looked so upset and torn about the whole thing (aka, he looked like a hurt five year old) that eventually Stiles had just marched into the loft, stuck Batman on, and told Derek to get his “fluffy butt in here. I mean it Derek, my neck is lonely now. Don’t leave a bro in need like this, it’s accustomed to your snout!” Stiles expected Derek to either throw him out or snark at him for that but instead, Derek shuffled - actually shuffled - into the room (still appearing out of nowhere, the creepy show off), holding himself rather tight, before crawling into Stiles’ lap and staying there for exactly 2.5 Batman movies, face buried in Stiles’ neck. (Stiles does not grin manically when he feels Derek’s whole body sag against him, like he hasn’t been able to settle without him.)
During Stiles’ second year of college, they have their first kiss. Well, if a first kiss can be called a first kiss when the dude you are hard core crushing on puts a finger to your lips half way through your perfectly valid rant about why Princess Leia is The Best, stares into your eyes for a solid three minutes (and somehow makes it both awkward and the best fucking thing you have ever experienced when looking at someone), before placing a very soft and intimate kiss to your neck. Stiles has no idea what it even means until he eventually plucks up the courage to ask Cora who instantly threatens him with bodily harm if Stiles hurts her brother. (”So, uh, the neck thing was…..?” “My brother’s traditional, dorky way of telling you he loves you. Duh. Jesus Stiles, and you call yourself our Emissary?”)
From then on out, Derek’s attachment to touching Stiles just becomes more intense. In front of people and the pack he’ll settle for holding hands or being next to Stiles, but in private he becomes like a lazy cat. He gets very pouty when he wakes up and finds Stiles not in bed for morning cuddles; he loves being able to wash Stiles’ hair; back rubs and head rubs are his favourite, especially when he’s reading or they are watching movies (Derek’s introducing all the classics to Stiles, like Rebecca and The Breakfast Club; “no, Spider-man doesn’t count as a classic, Stiles” “says who?” “says me if you still want a blow job later” ).Mostly though, he just loves being in his old position of sitting in Stiles’ lap and burying his face in Stiles’ neck.
Sometimes Stiles will talk about his day while Derek does this and it works for both of them because Derek is surrounded by Stiles’ scent, his voice, his whole being; and that calms him, settles him in a way he hasn’t been since before the fire. And in turn, having someone to listen to him - really, truly listen - while he’s talking, brings Stiles a kind of happiness he’s never experienced before. Sure, people hear him. They talk to him and hold conversations. But sooner or later Stiles always sees their eyes wander, sees the start of a yawn or is outright told to shut up.
Stiles knows his attention isn’t anything to write home about but there is a difference between being unable to hold someone’s attention and someone just not wanting to hold your attention, specifically. Of course, Derek still tells Stiles to shut up, that’s never a thing that stopped between them, but now it usually ends in heated make out sessions or sex, so, Stiles really has no complaints. But in moments like these, with Derek in his lap, Derek just listens. He can sit for hours and never tires of Stiles. If Stiles is happy, he smiles into his neck, makes these little happy sounds; if he’s sad, he’ll kiss his neck, and murmur quiet things; angry, he’ll hold him tighter and let him vent, for as long as he likes.
Some couples have hobbies, have things, but this is their ritual. Just this. Every other day, just having this quiet moment of peace and happiness. A bubble no one can penetrate. It’s a visible anchor, the place they always come back to. It’s a place they both need; the place Stiles needs when he’s feeling insecure and the place Derek needs when he’s feeling lonely. Nothing can touch them in it, no high is better. Especially to Derek who really can feel a little drunk off of Stiles’ scent, sometimes. It’s a kind of closeness both of them have always craved but never really gotten. It’s Derek’s way of saying I love you when he finds it difficult to say it. It’s Stiles’ way of knowing I’m needed when he doubts it.
It’s just them, and even though it sometimes freaks Stiles out - the stillness, the fact he can be this still, for hours - it serves as a precious reminder that after all the chaos, after all the loss and heart break, that they found this: they found a small and quiet, beautiful thing. And they found it in each other, which is both the most baffling and the least surprising thing of all.
Listen michael would never get a squip to try and get with jeremy. from the book we know that squips will help you get dudes if youre gay so thats not an issue but above anything michael just wants to be jeremy’s friend. he would take just being jeremy’s best friend over a squip any day
heres smth i hope you like it! night swimming in some hot ponds or hot springs w the headlights of an expensive car and the full moon but its still kinda dark, nd after, turns out magnus brought a blanket and coat for alec and alec brought a bottle of liquor for magnus (and like a thermos with wine for himself idk maybe he's into beer now )
man what is this
the city was laid out like a glittering blanket somewhere off beyond cliff edges, a warm wind blowing through, the moon this perfect coin tucked behind grey clouds in a night sky knitted with stars. the water was steaming, little tendrils of it caught in the headlights as magnus stepped down into the water, sinking lower and turning, moonlight catching on the beautiful planes of his chest. and the way he was staring at alec lit him up like fireworks. that playful smile on his lips, dark eyes caught at the edges by light reflecting off the water as his voice echoed towards him.
“come here.” that deep sound left alec grinning as he obliged, stepping down into the water. before he got too close magnus dipped under and when he resurfaced it was dripping, droplets hanging on his skin as he dragged his fingers back through his hair. alec’s breath got trapped in the cage of his ribs, his breathing labored as he pressed close to cup magnus’s face and kiss him, desperate for a taste of his smile.
his lips were soft, as warm as the light tendrils of steam and the same amount of pressure as those fingers pressing into alec’s stomach. then magnus’s laughter echoed into his mouth right before he pulled away, tugging alec into the deeper water. and god the water was warm when alec ducked under it. it felt like it was wrapping him up, pressing against him, just was warm as that kiss had been. they swam deep, coming up for air together and treading water and talking, their voices echoing out into the night, all mixed in with frog calls and the distant sounds of owls.
later when they stepped out of the steam magnus’s fingers were threaded between alec’s as he pulled him close. it took a matter of seconds before the warmth was gone, leaving alec’s skin susceptible to the bite of the chilly late night air. magnus pulled him in close, to all of that skin that radiate so much warmth and soon enough they were back in the car, dried off and left in a space that was the same but so damn different. alec’s mouth tasted like wine and magnus’s tongue was thick with whiskey and the cold was gone, replaced by a burning warmth lost in panted breath as alec pulled magnus on top of him.
they needed to get back at some point, but that didn’t matter. nothing mattered save for magnus’s fingers sinking into alec’s skin as magnus settled between his legs. nothing mattered save for the taste of magnus’s tongue as he kissed him deep enough that the world was a hazy blur, the windows fogging up as alec’s fingers pressed into magnus’s shoulders.
the night wrapped around them and this was the only thing that mattered.
why aren’t there more a:tla fics where zuko makes a different decision in Crossroads of Destiny?? it’s like the most obvious canon-divergent AU possibility out there… yet there’s literally like 6 on the entire internet and they’re all zutara WIPs that haven’t updated since 2011
about any other problem that happened over the summer, yours was an extremely
shallow issue compared to what happened to Jason Blossom on the fourth of July.
The closest person you might have possibly heard the story about the star
quarterback came from an unlikely source—from the arrogant douche himself,