except when it happens

anonymous asked:

Hi, I have no one else to talk to about csa, I haven't told anyone except my boyfriend. Except when I told him that I couldn't stop thinking about what happened to me and that the memories were bad today he said "you're playing on this way too much" . It made me upset to read it but am I overreacting? I dont have anyone else to ask and i feel like I can't stay mad at him because I have no one else to talk to about it. I'm sorry if I'm bothering you :/

I’m sorry for the late response and I promise you’re not bothering me. I’m here to listen and help as best I can. Let me preface this by saying I am not a medical professional and please take anything anyone on the Internet says to you with a grain of salt. Now. I wouldn’t consider that an overreaction. You feeling upset is completely valid.

I spent about 22 years “playing on” the abuse I experienced in my past. And therapy can be a really scary thing. You’re opening a wound that you’ve forced closed. Going to therapy is a lot like a doctor having to re-break a bone that has healed incorrectly. Sure it’s still your finger, but it isn’t functioning to the best of its ability. A therapist/counselor/psychiatrist won’t make things perfect or “cure” you. But they will give you the tools to re-break your soul and set it on a path of healing. (Sorry for the lame analogy.)

Basically what I’m saying dear is cas is something that happened to you. It was beyond your control. You will be stuck on it until you acquire the tools to heal yourself.

I hope this was at least somewhat helpful. Please feel free to talk with me all you want about this on or off anon. Be well♡

  • Me: sees queen Elizabeth is trending
  • Me: hasn't had an emergency news alert from the BBC
  • Me: is confused
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Your lips are cold, dude

So About That Whole Thing

LONG COMIC BOOK RANT INCOMING:

Okay some things need to be said:

1. If you’re going to write a smug thunk-piece about the “failure” of “diversity” in comics, maybe don’t use the cover image of a book that’s had 4 collections on the NYT graphic books bestseller list, won a Hugo and cleaned up at Angouleme. Just because you HOPE it’s on the chopping block, oh Riders of the Brohirrim, doesn’t mean it is.

2. I will tell you exactly why Ms Marvel works: it didn’t set out to be Ms Marvel. We were originally going to pitch it as a 10 issue limited series. I had a 3 issue exit strategy because I assumed we were going to get canned. There was no “diversity initiative” anywhere–getting that thing made at all was a struggle. It was a given that any character without AT LEAST a 20-year history would tank. Everybody, myself included, assumed this series was going to work out the same way.

3. That freed us–by “us” I mean the whole creative team–to tell exactly the story we wanted to tell. We had nothing to lose, nothing to overcome but low expectations. That gave us room to break a lot of rules.

STUFF THAT IS DIFFICULT TO REPLICATE AND IMPOSSIBLE TO PLAN:

1. Unexpected audiences. We are at a point in history when the role of religion is at a tremendous inflection point. What I didn’t realize was that the anxieties felt by young Muslims are also felt by young Mormons, evangelicals, orthodox Jews, and others. A h-u-g-e reason Ms Marvel has struck the chord it has is because it deals with the role of traditionalist faith in the context of social justice, and there was–apparently–an untapped audience of people from a wide variety of faith backgrounds who were eager for a story like this. Nobody could have predicted or planned for that. That’s being in the right place at the right time with the right story burning a hole in your pocket. Plenty of other stuff I’ve written and liked has fallen with a huge thud. That’s the norm. Exceptions are great when they happen, but hard to plan.

2. The paradox of low expectations. The bar was set pretty low for Ms Marvel, but because of Ms Marvel’s success, that bar got set much higher for similar books that came later.

STUFF THAT IS ENTIRELY AVOIDABLE:

1. This is a personal opinion, but IMO launching a legacy character by killing off or humiliating the original character sets the legacy character up for failure. Who wants a legacy if the legacy is shitty?

2. Diversity as a form of performative guilt doesn’t work. Let’s scrap the word diversity entirely and replace it with authenticity and realism. This is not a new world. This is *the world.*

3. Never try to be the next whoever. Be the first and only you. People smell BS a mile away.

4. The direct market and the book market have diverged. Never the twain shall meet. We need to accept this and move on, and market accordingly.

5. Not for nothing, but there is a direct correlation between the quote unquote “diverse” Big 2 properties that have done well (Luke Cage, Black Panther, Ms Marvel, Batgirl) and properties that have A STRONG SENSE OF PLACE. It’s not “diversity” that draws those elusive untapped audiences, it’s *particularity.* This is a vital distinction nobody seems to make. This goes back to authenticity and realism.

AND FINALLY

On a practical level, this is not really a story about “diversity” at all. It’s a story about the rise of YA comics. If you look at it that way, the things that sell and don’t sell (AND THE MARKETS THEY SELL IN VS THE MARKETS THEY DON’T SELL IN) start to make a different kind of sense.

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or…lena doesn’t stop believing in the one person who believed in her

(or…the terrible thing i wrote to get rid of writer’s block and it’s long and sad but has a happy ending)

Supergirl dies on a Wednesday.

Sometimes, when she’s alone in her office in the wee hours of the morning, still in yesterday’s clothing and unsure when she’d last eaten, she thinks about that, the utter normalcy of losing National City’s hero on a Wednesday. Somehow, the death on such a boring day of the week provides a sort of stark contrast that Lena has trouble wrapping her head around. After all, surely the hero and pride of National City would fall in a blaze of glory on a Friday night, a Sunday afternoon, even a Monday morning during rush hour.

But a Wednesday? Some time between mid-morning and noon? When nothing was happening except for the drudge of the week, the tireless churning of society?

She doesn’t understand it—has tried to come to terms with it with very little success. In her weakest moments, when she’s staring down the end of a bottle of whiskey or wine (before Jess or Maggie or even James Olsen pry the bottle from her fingertips and help her get home), she thinks the very banality of Supergirl’s death is evidence of its unnecessary nature, its needless, pointless, meaningless, asinine

Supergirl dies on a Wednesday.

By Friday, the President herself comes to National City to mourn the fallen hero. She talks about the few short conversations she’s had with Supergirl, how everyone should be inspired and follow Supergirl’s wonderful example. A true hero, an exemplary citizen.

(Lena doesn’t go to the ceremony. She and Alex spend that afternoon in Kara’s apartment, sitting on Kara’s couch, Alex stoically staring at the television screen with silent tears running down her cheeks and Lena gripping her hand so tightly she thinks she’ll break fingers.  

After that, Lena doesn’t see much of Alex at all.)

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anonymous asked:

I read the article where it sums up what we know about season 5, so this clearly means that jason is A) a asshole B) he doesn't like bellarke cuz clearly he isn't going to make them a couple in season 5 also. And lastly if he kept on doing this shit he might go in S6 (if he gets another season) Or he might loose his lead actors aka Bob or Eliza and this whole show will face the fate same as TEEN WOLF just like DOB left and STYDIA doesn't have any couple like scenes.

A) No argument there.

B) I disagree and here’s why:

He doesn’t dislike bellarke.

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Or, one of my favourite tweets when 1x08 aired. Because we know it from the leaked scripts that he indeed cut out exactly some of that.



+ Right now, both Bob and Eliza love working on this show. We don’t know what the future brings, of course, but I don’t want to worry about that right now.

And I can hardly wait the moment when they are without a doubt canon* romantic for the people in the back because I’m kinda expecting an Alan Rickman-like revelation when he confessed he had known from the beginning of filming HP that his character was in love with Lily, Harry’s mom.


I agree on one point. I am keeping my expectations low for canon bellarke happening early s5 because it’s been 6 years and people change and they have to find their way back to one another. Right now, I think we might get to canon bellarke by the finale. I am sure, however, that we will get more of that bellarke extraness in s5. (It can, of course, also happen that they overcome with lust and finally give in to their feelings at any point in s5. I give it like 1%. But that is my opinion.)


(*) If you ask me bellarke became canon in s4 even without saying “i am in love with you” or without that damn long awaited kiss.

remember that time in the second movie when Kagome thought she was gonna die but stepped in front of her own arrow to save Inuyasha anyway ‘cause i think about it a lot

Kiss Kiss: A Prompt Collection

So, many of us know that kisses are a nightmare to write. I get a lot of requests for them - have some prompts for hopefully your inspiration and writing delight.


1) Her heart raced as he pressed her against the wall, wrists pinned above her head in an instant. They grinned at each other. “Still not swooning,” she dared. “But by all means if you want to concede that you’re just not that-” 

The kiss came feather-light. A brush of lips. Entirely not the crushing, heated, frantic thing she’d expected. And, maybe, just maybe, her knees turned to jelly a bit.


2) “Don’t you know,” the siren said. “It’s dangerous to kiss someone like me. A siren’s kiss can steal a girl’s heart,”
“We should be fine then,” the girl replied. She leaned in, kissed eager and claiming as if she was the one renowned for dragging lovers into the deep. “Because I think you stole mine already a long time ago.”


3) You didn’t kiss my mouth first. You kissed my fingertips, each one separately, and then the palm of my hand, my wrist, my shoulder and throat. The top of my head, my jaw, my cheek. Finally, you paused right in front of me, and my breath quickened, warm and sugar-spun against your lips.
“May I?” you asked.
“I think I might throttle you if you don’t,” I whispered back.
Unlike the other, fluttering, kisses this one was all heat. 


4) I kissed you because I didn’t love you. Everyone always says that a first kiss should be about love, should be special, but it always felt like something I had to check off the list. Why would you want to give your first, clumsy kisses to someone you loved? No, you should learn how to do it before you meet the one you want to give a perfect kiss to.

Somewhere between the first kiss and the thousandth, I fell in love with you.
You kissed me because you didn’t love me.


5) He kissed him in darkness, where the world pared down to the heat of contact, the slide of a hand along his ribs, the words murmured just for the two of them. He memorized every inch of him blind, scared that in the light the force of want and adoration would simply be too strong. In darkness, it would only ever be them and that was more than enough. 


6) He kissed him in sunshine, in moonlight, in the flicker of candles where he could drink up the sight of him. Mouth kiss red, pupils blown, hair mussed by his fingers until he could have been Michelangelo’s David, sculptured lovingly with lips and careful touch. Then he kissed him again - just because he was beautiful.


7) “Can I kiss you?”
They hovered by the edge of the garden, away from the spill of light from the porch. It felt just like the movies, like the moment when these things always happened. Except, it wasn’t her first kiss. Wasn’t even her second, or her hundredth. Might have been the first time someone asked though, all nervous and eager, rather than leaning in because this was just like the movies so why bother asking when the script had already been written?
But he asked. She managed a breathless nod and felt something in her chest ease.


8) “My god, you’re so tense,” she said.You desperately need to get laid.” 
“Are you offering?” the girl replied.
She blinked, startled, laughed. 
The first kiss came like honey, trickling warm through her bones until she melted on the sofa in hazy bliss.


anonymous asked:

Iwaoi migraine

“Iwa-chan! You’re going to be late!”

Hajime just groans, blindly grabbing for a pillow so he can stuff it over his head. Any other day, he’d be perfectly fine hollering back at Oikawa, just as he’s done for the past decade or so he’s known the guy, but today, his head hurt like a bitch.

The lack of a retort must have tipped Oikawa off, too, because the next thing Hajime knows, a familiar weight dips on his bed. “Iwa-chan?” Oikawa says, at a quieter volume. “You okay?”

Hajime lowers the pillow. He squints at his best friend. “… No.”

“Are you sick?”

“No,” he says, more firmly this time. He shuts his eyes. It’s too bright in his room. “Head hurts.”

“Poor baby.” Before Hajime can force his eyes open to glare at Oikawa, there’s a cool hand on his face. Sighing, he leans into the touch. Oikawa hums. “Do you want me to get you anything to drink? Or do you just want to sleep it off?”

“Nn. Sleep.”

“Okay.” 

The weight on his bed shifts, and then there’s something warm pressed up against his side. Hajime opens his eyes just a crack. Oikawa’s lying beside him, pulling his blanket up to cover the both of them.

“…What are you doing? Don’t you have class, too?”

Oikawa makes a dismissive noise. “It’s just a lecture. I can get the notes from someone. What’s important now is making you feel better, Iwa-chan! The great Oikawa Tooru is going to nurse you back to health!”

“You’re making my migraine worse, Shittykawa.”

Hajime doesn’t have to open his eyes to see Oikawa’s pout. But then long fingers are running through his hair, and the steady rhythm of Oikawa’s breathing distracts him from his pounding head a little. The other boy is humming softly under his breath, his voice low enough to be a soothing rumble through Hajime’s headache. He keeps his eyes closed, focusing on the feeling of Oikawa next to him.

Shifting towards Oikawa, Hajime breathes out softly. “Thanks, Tooru.”

“Anything for you, Hajime.”

On Feyre, Tamlin, Rhys, and the Question of Agency and Children

So, I haven’t really seen anyone talking about this, but can we take a moment to appreciate the differences between Tamlin’s and Rhys’s reactions when it comes to Feyre and her choice in having potential future offspring? On one hand, we have Tamlin, who just assumes that of course Feyre will want to have children, and of course they will keep having children until a male and potential heir is born.

Tamlin during the Tithe scene: “‘Because that’s the way it is. That’s the way my father did it, and his father, and the way my son shall do it.’ He offered a smile, and reached for my hand. ‘Someday.’”

We find out shortly after this that the subject of children has never been broached (according to Feyre), but Tamlin doesn’t even seem to consider that Feyre might not want to have children, let alone multiple children until they have a male.  (We later find out in the scene below that Feyre doesn’t want to have children, at least not right away. She wants to get used to being immortal first, and experience adventures of her own – she wants to feel ready before she has children of her own.) Tamlin only acknowledges her agency in this matter to the extent that she might not want to have children right away–just “someday.”

Rhys, on the other hand, doesn’t assume any such thing. As he has done throughout ACOMAF, he continuously affirms Feyre’s right to agency over her life, her body, her sexual choices, and now her right to want or not want children. 

This is so important because this topic about female agency when it comes to pregnancy/children isn’t discussed very often in YA lit.

Feyre and Rhys’s discussion about children and pregnancy comes up right after they mate.

Feyre: “If I am a High Lord’s mate, I’m expected to bear you offspring, aren’t I? So perhaps I shouldn’t [take the birth control tonic].”

Rhys: ‘You are not expected to bear me anything,’ he snarled. ‘Children are rare, yes.  So rare, and so precious. But I don’t want you to have them unless you want to–unless we both want to. […] I would be happy beyond reason, though, if you one day did honor me with children.  To share that with you.’” <–unitalicized/underlined words indicate stressed words in the original text. If it isn’t showing up (Tumblr is being dumb), the words he stresses are “anything” and “both”.

Feyre: “‘I want to live first,’ I said. ‘With you.  I want to see things and have adventures.  I want to learn what it is to be immortal, to be your mate, to be part of your family. I want to be…ready for them. And I selfishly want to have you all to myself for a while.’”

Rhys: “His smile was gentle, sweet. ‘You take all the time you need. And if I get you all to myself for the rest of eternity, then I won’t mind that at all.’”

Feyre starts off the conversation burdened with the expectation that she must have Rhys’s children, because that is what tradition would demand out of a High Lord’s wife.  That’s what Tamlin expected, and she never had much of a voice in the matter except perhaps when that would happen. She believes this so much that she believes it’s selfish of her to not want children, to want to just be with her mate.

But Rhys is vehement in that she doesn’t owe him–or anyone–anything. Just as he has throughout ACOMAF, he reminds her that this is her choice, and always will be.  He doesn’t expect her to bear him children, especially if she doesn’t want to.  If they have children, he wants it to be because they both want it. Together.  And while he lets her know that he welcomes the idea of children–that he would be “happy beyond reason”–he honestly doesn’t mind if they don’t.  He is more than happy to just have Feyre with him, his mate, and he will be content with whatever decision she makes, no matter what it is or when she makes it.  She can take all the time she needs, and if she decides that she wants children with him, he’ll consider it an “honor”–him, a High Lord.  

I just…I find this so beautiful and respectful. He doesn’t push his own agenda but lets her know how he feels about it and gives her plenty of space to decide for herself. I just feel like there is always this expectation that women should want children, and I love that Sarah puts it out there that you don’t have to want children right away, or even later.  Feyre is enough, and she will always be enough for Rhys–and I think Feyre really needed to hear that, because so often she hasn’t been enough. Not to her family, and not to Tamlin. She has had so many expectations forced on her, and she’s buckled beneath them before, and Rhys just…lets her know that she has a choice. That just like with her life and her sexual choices and her body, children are also her choice.  He will support her no matter what, and love her no matter what.

Feyre is her own agent, and I love that so much.  I want to see more Rhys characters in YA because this is such a great, powerful message that all women should know: You are in control of your own body, always.

the PERKYGOTH manifesto

Right! Here we go! It seems, that in these passing times, it has become fashionable, nay, perhaps even *scoff!* required of goths very much like ourselves that they reflect upon life itself with the most cynical and morose of countenances. We, the Perkygoths of the world, stand in the face of this, and reclaim our heritage as follows!

1 » We realize, and perhaps even declare publicly, the simple fact our attire and decorative tastes and downright silly, yet in the face of this impractical and sometimes even inconvenient nature of things, we LAUGH! Yes, all those skirts make the boys have to piss like girls, but hey! it contributes toward greater understanding between the sexes!

2 » There is no “standard” behaviour or code of any sort for member of the so-called “underground”, you silly gits! Why, who ever thought of anything so bleeding preposterous?! If i want to skip across the dance floor to see a friend, well damn it all, i’m going to! And about that smile i was wearing last week at the club, yes, it was mine! No, my mother did not make me wear it!

3 » Um, just cause i look like a goth right this very instant does not preclude me not looking like a goth sometime tomorrow, after the shock and horror of this realization passes by, you will note that it’s actually quite fun to inject a little variety into things.

4 » On that note, neither are we required to listen solely to goth, death rock, or darkwave. We are, however, allowed to physically assault the next person who scowls at us for slapping that p-funk, hard techno, or riot grrrl record on the turntable immediately after playing the sisters or somesuch.

4.5 » And while i’m thinking about it, we’re also allowed to clobber anyone at a club who whines about the dj playing too much goth and not enough deathrock or something of that ilk.

5 » But, if there’s one thing we mustn’t ever do, under any circumstances, it is lord our knowledge over that of others. If there is a sin, dear Perkygoths, it is self-righteousness and pomposity. We simply mustn’t go out and wave all that nifty info we just read out of good old Mr. Mercer’s handy-dandy goth guide as if we had known it all along. Cause face it, most of us weren’t even there when half of that stuff happened. (There are exceptions, of course, but they aren’t allowed to lord their knowledge either, nor are they suppose to reflect in a nostalgic and whiny manner).

6 » Oh! Right! Back to Perky! Um, stomping in mud puddles is perfectly acceptable. Dancing and realizing that you look like a complete idiot is heartily encouraged. Continuing to dance, no matter how many other people are also noting that you look like an idiot, is even more heartily encouraged. Remember kids, the look or the lifestyle? The lifestyle, of course, you’re a Perkygoth. Don’t just look like a looney, act like one! It’s much more fulfilling than primping in a mirror all night.

7 » Um, i forgot the rest. Probably didn’t even think of them to begin with. i’ve prolly lied about everything so far. Uh, am i getting paid to do this? What was i saying?

7.5 » Just remember, fun is your middle name, or at least it;s somewhere in your vocabulary. Whatever you’re doing, think to yourself: “am i having FUN?” If no, time to do something else. A short attention span means you don’t have time to get bored and mope!

let this be our rallying cry!

“DO NOT STAND IN OUR WAY! WE WILL WALK AROUND YOU!”

there are literally two things i will never forgive y’all (tumblr as a collective) for. that being:

  1. trying to tell me, a black woman, why mattie, a black woman, deserved to die.
  2. trying to tell me, a black lesbian, why poussey, a black lesbian, needed to die to teach our oppressors a lesson.

“So someone in a group asked me to tell them why I hate the ocean sunfish so much, and apparently it was ~too mean~ and was deleted. To perpetuate the truth and stand up for ethical journalism, I’m posting it here. [Rated NC-17 for language.] Disclaimer, I care about marine life more than I care about anything else, for real. Except this big dumb idiot. And it’s not like an ~ironic~ thing, I mean it IS hilarious to me and they ARE THE BIGGEST JOKE PLAYED ON EARTH but I seriously fucking hate them. THE MOLA MOLA FISH (OR OCEAN SUNFISH) They are the world’s largest boney fish, weighing up to 5,000 pounds. And since they have very little girth, that just makes them these absolutely giant fucking dinner plates that God must have accidentally dropped while washing dishes one day and shrugged his shoulders at because no one could have imagined this would happen. AND WITH NO PURPOSE. EVERY POUND OF THAT IS A WASTED POUND AND EVERY FOOT OF IT (10 FT BY 14 FT) IS WASTED SPACE. They are so completely useless that scientists even debate about how they move. They have little control other than some minor wiggling. Some say they must just push water out of their mouths for direction (?????). They COULD use their back fin EXCEPT GUESS WHAT IT DOESNT FUCKING GROW. It just continually folds in on itself, so the freaking cells are being made, this piece of floating garbage just doesn’t put them where they need to fucking go. So they don’t have swim bladders. You know, the one thing that every fish has to make sure it doesn’t just sink to the bottom of the ocean when they stop moving and can stay the right side up. This creature. That can barely move to begin with. Can never stop its continuous tour of idiocy across the ocean or it’ll fucking sink. EXCEPT. EXCEPT. When they get stuck on top of the water! Which happens frequently! Because without the whole swim bladder thing, if the ocean pushes over THE THINNEST BUT LARGEST MOST TOPPLE-ABLE FISH ON THE PLANET, shit outta luck! There is no creature on this earth that needs a swim bladder more than this spit in the face of nature, AND YET. Some scientists have speculated that when they do that, they are absorbing energy from the sun because no one fucking knows how they manage to get any real energy to begin with. So they need the sun I guess. But good news, when they end up stuck like that, it gives birds a chance to land on their goddamn island of a body and eat the bugs and parasites out of its skin because it’s basically a slowly migrating cesspool. Pros and cons. "If they are so huge, they must at least be decent predators.” No. No. The most dangerous thing about them is, as you may have guessed, their stupidity. They have caused the death of one person before. Because it jumped onto a boat. On a human. And in 2005 it decided to relive its mighty glory days and do it again, this time landing on a four-year-old boy. Luckily Byron sustained no injuries. Way to go, fish. Great job. They mostly only eat jellyfish because of course they do, they could only eat something that has no brain and a possibility of drifting into their mouths I guess. Everything they do eat has almost zero nutritional value and because it’s so stupidly fucking big, it has to eat a ton of the almost no nutritional value stuff to stay alive. Dumb. See that ridiculous open mouth? (This is actually why this is my favorite picture of one, and I have had it saved to my phone for three years) “Oh no! What could have happened! How could this be!” Do not let that expression fool you, they just don’t have the goddamn ability to close their mouths because their teeth are fused together, and ya know what, it is good it floats around with such a clueless expression on its face, because it is in fact clueless as all fuck. They do SOMETIMES get eaten though. BUT HARDLY. No animal truly uses them as a food source, but instead (which has lead us to said photo) will usually just maim the fuck out of them for kicks. Seals have been seen playing with their fins like frisbees. Probably the most useful thing to ever come from them. “Wow, you raise some good points here, this fish truly is proof that God has abandoned us.” Yes, thank you. “But if they’re so bad at literally everything, why haven’t they gone extinct.” Great question. BECAUSE THIS THING IS SO WORTHLESS IT DOESNT REALIZE IT SHOULD NOT EXIST. IT IS SO UNAWARE OF LITERALLY FUCKING EVERYTHING THAT IT DOESNT REALIZE THAT IT’S DOING MAYBE THE WORST FUCKING JOB OF BEING A FISH, OR DEBATABLY THE WORST JOB OF BEING A CLUSTER OF CELLS THAN ANY OTHER CLUSTER OF CELLS. SO WHAT DOES IT DO? IT LAYS THE MOST EGGS OUT OF EVERYTHING. Besides some bugs, there are some ants and stuff that’ll lay more. IT WILL LAY 300 MILLION EGGS AT ONE TIME. 300,000,000. IT SURVIVES BECAUSE IT WOULD BE STATISTICALLY IMPROBABLE, DARE I SAY IMPOSSIBLE, THAT THERE WOULDNT BE AT LEAST ONE OF THOSE 300,000,000 (that is EACH time they lay eggs) LEFT SURVIVING AT THE END OF THE DAY. And this concludes why I hate the fuck out of this complete failure of evolution, the Ocean Sunfish. If I ever see one, I will throw rocks at it.“ -Scout Burns

Mine

Reader x Stiles Stilinski

(NOT MY GIF)

*requested

Imagine: You are in love with Stiles, but thinks you don’t stand a chance, since he only sees you as Scott’s sister and a friend. Plus, you think he is love with Lydia. Then, one day, you get seriously injured. When you later wake up at the hospial, Stiles surprises you by confessing his feelings.

Warnings: sinful fluff with this smol bean named stiles, slight swearing, but eh… haha

Word Count: 2881



Outside, a dark, snowy morning rose and you groaned upon hearing the awful sound of your alarm clock ringing at its fullest on the nightstand next to your bed. Going to school in such weather should be considered a crime - but it was not, so you forced yourself to get up. A warm shower would probably get you in a better mood. Yawning lazily, you left your room and went to the bathroom, from where Scott came out drying his wet black hair with a towel.

“Good morning, sis.” He winked, smiling cheerfully. “Mum made us breakfast before she left to the Hospital. Hurry up or I’ll eat your pancakes.”

“Touch my pancakes and it won’t matter if you’re a werewolf or not: I’ll cut you up!” You tried to keep it serious, but ended up laughing out loud alongside him. “All I need is a ten minute bath and I’ll meet you downstairs.”

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So i had an idea to draw out Lammy’s parents 💖

Teh design for Lemons is belong to @hedgiemuffins

I might make more drawings of them later ¯\_(ツ)_/ ¯