yo if you’re a cishet girl who thinks wlw is ‘gross’ and/or ‘ew weird’ but ship mlm and say shit like ‘ohh my gay babies!!’ and ‘they’re so hot together!’ or ‘i’m going to hell for shipping them’ etc., please get the fuck off my blog
if you’re a cishet girl who thinks wlw is perfectly alright and you support them and you ship mlm but are very respectful and careful about not fetishising them, thank you and bless you
“What I find interesting, deputy, is that you have all this to say about magic, and yet you still leave your daughter with me every afternoon without fail.” Stiles drummed his fingers on the counter. “My only conclusion is that even if you hate magic, you must trust me on some level.”
Derek cleared his throat and looked away. “Amy likes Jack. And my boss gave you a good recommendation, for some unfathomable reason.”
“Your boss is my father. Of course he’s going to give me a good recommendation.” Stiles pulled out little pouches of powder and poured them into a set of a dozen vials sitting out on the counter. “So come on, Hale. What is it? Is it the magic you hate, or me?”
Both. I hate magic, and I hate what you’re doing to me. Derek realized his fists were clenched, and he shoved them into the pockets of his uniform. He couldn’t admit any of that to Stiles, though, not without admitting to…other things. Things he wasn’t acknowledging now or ever.