art from stream - thank you to @crescentmoonrider, @owlsshadows, @sonikku0691, @arodote, and anyone else who stopped by the stream!! ‘twas super fun doing ink and talking with yall in the chat. Very glad everyone likes the whales because hooo booooy am I into them right now. Majestic creatures.
I want more fics where Stiles
is unaffected by Derek’s hotness. Like, real people interact with attractive
ppl every day without making a fool of themselves or drooling or doing stupid
things. Instead of Stiles being dumb, unable to talk, or immediately falling in
love with Derek, I want him to look at Derek, think “wow that guy’s
hot,” and then immediately go “that dude is out of my league so
moving on.” So, Stiles just treats Derek like he does everyone else.
Derek is really really into Stiles. So, he does
everything he can to impress Stiles. He wears tight jeans, tank tops, works out
with Scott and Danny in front of him, and takes off his shirt and walks around
him front of him. Except…nothing works.
Derek never has trouble getting people he wants. He knows he’s hot, and so
he works that. Except it’s not working on
And Derek is really really confused. Whenever he takes off
his shirt or wears his best ass-hugging jeans, Stiles notices, sure. But so
does Allison, who’s basically married to Scott, and Lydia,
who Derek has overheard screwing Jackson
too many times to count for the past couple years. Kira blushes, and Erica -
well, Erica may be engaged to Boyd, but she never misses an opportunity to put
her hands all over Derek’s sweaty abs and pecs. Danny always fucks him with his
eyes, and Parrish stares a little too long, his cheeks a little too pink, and
Derek thinks maybe he should hook up with Parrish again just to appease his
bruised ego. Because Stiles looks, but
then he stops looking because apparently it doesn’t impress him.
Working desk job means exactly this: apartment, tube, workplace, tube, apartment. It’s hard to find sunlight anymore, but he doesn’t think he minds: maybe he’s already used to this. It’s been longer than he cares to remember.
He spends about two hours a day on the tube - not much compared to the amount of time he spends in his booth at work, but he doesn’t really register those eight hours. It’s like his mind switches itself off the moment he arrives to work and leaves him running on muscle memory alone. Time operates the same way when he’s at home, so by now maybe he’s only really conscious during the two hours on the tube.
Sometimes he stays back on the tube past his stop. Sometimes until it reaches the end of the line. Sometimes he takes the tube with the intention of going somewhere specific, but then just sits there as his destination flies past him into the dark tunnel he’s just passed. Sometimes he goes down into the stop, just to hear the quiet again.
Sometimes he sees maintenance doors somewhere in the tunnels, and for no reason he keeps their locations in mind.
Sometimes the tube takes a turn that he doesn’t recognize, and he feels his heart beating faster all of a sudden. He would stare at the railway through the window pane, counting the seconds, until the tube runs past a corner he knows, or until he reaches his destination. Those moments still happen to him after two years of taking the tube to go… anywhere, really. He thinks he has the whole map learned by heart by now, but the underground keeps proving him wrong.
There’s a community online for tube dwellers. He doesn’t know any of the dozen of members, online or offline, but he has come by some of them on other forums before. They don’t seem to be of any particular profile: there are men, there are women, ranged from 20 to maybe older than 50. The posts are few and far between, but some of them detail everything reachable by the tube. There are things even he doesn’t know.
He screenshots some of the posts and keeps the photos in a separate folder, for no particular reason.
The community hasn’t had a new activity for about three months by now. The members call themselves Rats. He checks through some of their personal pages on that site; the ones he checks have all been abandoned.
Maybe they’re tired of the lack of sunlight in the tube, he thinks on the way to work. The tube sways and trembles quietly, its hum fills the air. Humans aren’t made for the underground afterall.
concept of something vaguely formed in my head. I call it Rats of Spice City.
in s3 noora was the mirror. noora, in this season more like an antithesis to sana. more accurately an aesthetic antithesis to sana. sana and noora are very similar in character and values. noora doesn’t drink, she isn’t into hooking up. she like sana is different from the squad. but and big but here noora looks like norske partyjenter therefore she is accepted. this season we have seen people like elias and the pepsi max say that sana can’t be included in a norwegian cultural coming of age mile stone while asking after noora which just highlights to the audience that it’s not sana’s values but sana as a symbol of her faith that they have problem with. i guess what i am trying to say is that noora highlights the power of privilege
no offence but the whole pillow merch stuff makes me so uncomfy like??? first we have yurio who is literally 15 and doesn’t need to be sexualised or anything like he’s a kid leave him alone??? and then we have yuri and victor and idk if it’s just me but it still makes me feel really gross lowkey bc like they’re a canon m/m couple which is great but i feel like this just kind of helps add to the gross fetishisation of them and idk no thanks not a fan catch me never reblogging any of that content to this blog lol