gold philosophy


So, this is a (late. so late) birthday present for my Rita (@crossroadswrite) because I’ve always wanted to write you some “Derek gets all the good things he deserves” thingie. I love you very much and I’m really grateful for your entire existence<3

(Also, a bear hug to the wonderful Minna (@ladydrace), whose reactions to the idea of Derek in pretty panties gave me my lifeforce back when the inspiration was low. You are such a great person)

Kintsugi: The Japanese art of repairing broken pottery with gold. Also a philosophy, that treats breakage and repair as part of the history of an object, illuminating his damages rather than disguising them. 

Summary: Derek is too big, and strong, and a werewolf. He knows perfectly well what men are and aren’t allowed to be. 

Stiles would beg to differ. 

In which there are pretty boys, flowers, panties, glitter, and Stiles is a heartfelt fuck you to the concept of toxic masculinity. 


Derek is only too aware of what he looks like.

And he is young, very young, when he discovers what it entails. 

It starts when mirrors stop showing him the chubby body of his childhood to replace it with an alien adolescent, drawn in harsh angles and muscles. Times rubs out day after day all sweetness from his face and leaves in its place severe eyebrows and rough features. When he laughs with his family, the sounds are now hoarser, deeper. He has to wield a blade against his cheeks in the morning now.

He cuts himself, high on his cheekbone, and his uncle Peter huffs. Derek learns that his wounds are no longer serious matters to others.

Other students give him a wide berth in the halls. When he walks home at night, women cross the street and send him nervous looks.

He brings a new pen to class, with bright pink feathers and a bobbly head, and his friends laugh until they cry at Laura’s gift. There is a new circus in town, with a trained bear and ponies, and the man handling the flyers snorts when Derek stretches his hand to grab one. The lacrosse coach comes in person to recruit him. Derek explains politely that his Wednesdays and Fridays are for the book club. The coach dismisses it with a laugh.

Derek throws away the pen. He doesn’t go to the circus. He spends his Wednesday and Friday on the lacrosse field.

He doesn’t laugh that often anymore.

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“I thought you put your life on the line purely for personal glory. I believed that all human beings fight only for themselves”.

“Definitions of good and evil change with time. You see, Rōshi, though the Pope’s actions seem evil now, history will vindicate them”.

“What could the infant Athena have done? It’s the Pope who’s kept peace in this world”.

Johann Daniel Mylius - Philosopher’s Stone, “Opus Medico-Chymicum”, 1618.

At the center of the Alchemist’s quest was the legendary Philosopher’s Stone, a magical piece of the perfect Gold, which could immediately Transform any substance it touched into Gold as pure as its own Nature. The Emerald Tablets of the great Hermes Trismegistus spoke of such a marvelous catalyst, and ever since that Secret Knowledge had been made known to certain individuals, the Philosopher’s Stone had become the Symbol of the Alchemical pursuit.

Some alchemists believed that the Stone was somehow hatched like a chick from an egg if one could only find the proper ingredients with which to create the Substance of the shell and the “yolk.” Others believed that the Philosopher’s Stone, that most marvelous of all catalysts, oozed somehow out of the Moon or from one of the Stars and fell to Earth where it solidified into the Magical Stone of Transformation.

it becomes clear that the Philosopher’s Stone wasn’t really a Stone at all. Sometimes the Catalyst of Transmutation is described as a Divine Child, an Angel, a Dragon, an Elixir, a Tincture, or an as-yet unknown Chemical Compound. Many alchemists began to consider that somehow the Philosopher’s Stone was not a thing at all, but a System of Knowledge. Once the Alchemist truly perceived the Reality that lay behind the Symbols, he would achieve an Intellectual and Spiritual level wherein he would become one with the Power that existed within the Mysterious Goal for which he searched so long. Once he understood what the Philosopher’ Stone represented, he would have found it at last - and he would have become one with it.

Many scholars have since insisted that the true Alchemists sought not to turn base metals into Gold, but to Transform the dense material of their Physical bodies into a Spiritually evolved Immaterial Entity. In this perspective, the Philosopher’s Stone becomes the Holy Spirit that Mystically Transmutes humans into True Manifestations of God on Earth.


Kyoto by Adrien

This is pretty funny since he was actually a philosopher. Why is that so funny? Because he said stuff like this:

We should consider every day lost in which we have not danced at least once.”

Maturity consists in having rediscovered the seriousness one had as a child at play

And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music. “

Which would mean that he would love to dance. So this cover actually makes sense! But I love some of his other quotes too.

God is dead.

Out of life’s school of war: What does not destroy me, makes me stronger.

This is comedy gold people.


Kyoto by Adrien

Take a break.

It took me a long time to figure out how to explain that everyone deserves a vacation, point blank, no exceptions. That existence earns you a vacation. Not the completion of some imaginary task whose line you’ll only move again because someone taught you unworthiness so deeply its in your bones or the ever spreading concept of corporate culture has taken over your life and insists that you’re only being the best you can be by working to exhaustion.

My philosophy, gold starred by my therapist:

You need breaks from doing the same thing over and over again.

If that same thing is going to work 5 days a week for 6 months, not many people are going to argue. But when we start to stumble down the roster of disability, mental illness and the occasional intersectionality of stay at home parenting (usually moms) something happens. The slip slide of accomplishment which is just out of reach. Because doing the dishes isn’t accomplishing something, it’s living life, right? WRONG.

I sometimes talk about this in terms of self care, but recently I’ve seen a series of posts talking about how self care isn’t always about being super nice to yourself and I happen to agree. So lets keep this in the realms of ‘vacation’ and ‘break’.

Our minds need breaks. All you have to do to deserve a break is exist. Even if you just spent the last 6 months getting up, doing the bare minimum you have to do and dragging your ass into the shower by the skin of your teeth and to your doctor appointments by the fear of living without you meds.

You. Deserve. A. Break.

And yeah, many of us can’t afford (in money or energy) something fancy and complicated and what we need/want in a break is very different depending on circumstances, but the point is to TAKE THE DAMN BREAK.

It gets worse when you’re self employed. Trust me.

What am I suggesting? It could be as simple as ‘I’m getting enough chinese food for the weekend and turning off all the alarms I absolutely don’t need (don’t turn off medication alarms!)’ or ‘splurging on the good steak’. It could be a manicure (a relatively cheap indulgence) or it could be a movie ticket.

It does get harder when you can’t spend more money than you are. You have to work within your own boundaries, be they physical, monetary or time.

Reblog with your break ideas!


Kyoto by Adrien

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.

—  J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

Don’t condemn sensuality. It has been condemned by the whole world, and because of their condemnation, the energy that can flower in sensuality moves into perversions, jealousy, anger and hatred. A kind of life which is dry, with no juice.

Sensuousness is one of the greatest blessings to humanity. It is your sensitivity, it is your consciousness. It is your consciousness filtering through the body.

Gold Nuggets

Babysitter Wars: Gold vs Silver

General philosophy
Silver: “Sit down, shut up, and if you’re good we’ll play a game.”
Gold: “Sounds like fun! Just don’t tell your parents I allowed it.”

Scrapes and bruises
Silver: “See, THIS is what happens when you don’t listen to the babysitter.”
Gold: “Hey, you got a battle scar now! Sweet!”

Temper tantrum
Silver: *sits down and reads a magazine*
Gold: “Thank goodness I’m not that immature.”

Bedtime stories
Silver: “You seriously call this literature?”
Gold: “You know what, let’s watch a movie instead!”

Silver: *calls 911*
Gold: *calls Crystal*