You bet your ass Derek Hale is a feminist, not like he had a choice growing up with Laura as his big sister and his mom being as awesome as she is. He didn’t even know he was a feminist until his first day of classes at NYU. Laura had signed him up for a gender studies 101 class and Derek was astonished to hear that some people don’t think women can do everything a man can do.
He double majored in gender studies and English, he read every bit of feminist literature he could get his hands on, he went to protests, he registered voters, he was active in the community and known as a fierce ally around campus, Laura had been so proud.
When everything had gone to shit in Beacon Hills it had all sort of fallen apart for him, he stopped blogging, he lost touch with his friends back in New York, he had retreated into himself and lost touch with what made him Derek.
So when he left Beacon Hills and moved back to New York to finish school he spent a lot of time trying to find himself again. He found himself in books, in people, in protests, in his classes. When he graduated a year later he felt more like himself than he had since Laura died, and it felt good, but he still felt like something was missing.
Enter Stiles Stilinski.
Derek thought he’d never see Stiles again, he had resigned himself to the fact that Stiles would stay in California and with the pack because that’s who he was and Derek knew he couldn’t be there anymore, it wasn’t good for him or for anyone.
He thought he might be imagining things when he saw Stiles walking across NYU’s campus, thought that he had willed him into existence, but then Stiles stopped and gave him a huge smile.
They got lunch, Stiles asked Derek what he’s doing at NYU and Derek proudly tells him that he’s getting his masters in gender studies.
Stiles gapes at him, then starts throwing questions at him about how he got into that, how he feels about XYZ political events, what made him come back to NYU, how he feels about feminism in the modern world, and Derek, well he’s floored because he loves talking about this kind of stuff, but more than that, Stiles is interested in it.
When Derek looks back years later he realizes that’s the start of it all for them, the real start at least. Stiles starts volunteering with Derek, he takes a few gender studies classes himself, on top of his engineering courses, he starts a ‘safe walks’ group on campus for anyone who doesn’t feel safe walking alone after the election.
But they’re not dating. Well they’re doing everything that Derek would consider dating but they aren’t having sex or kissing. Until finally, one day they’re marching in a women’s march and they’re holding hands and Derek can’t help himself.
The crowd stops outside Central Park and Derek looks at Stiles who’s been screaming and cheering the entire time and he takes his face in his hands.
“Are you finally gonna kiss me Hale?” Stiles asks him, a big smile on his face.
Derek nods just before their lips touch. It’s the best first kiss either of them have ever had. Stiles is still holding his “Mike Pence Has Never Satisfied a Woman in His Life” sign above his head in one hand.
Their picture ends up all over the internet, neither of them are mad about it, in fact they use it for their first official holiday card as a couple the next year.
And they still go to protests, they still spend their free time volunteering, they raise their two son’s to treat women with the respect they deserve, they raise their daughter to never underestimate herself.
They also raise hell about reproductive rights, about equal pay, about LGBTQ+ rights, about rape culture, about immigration reform, and racism. At the age of 43 Derek is elected to the US Senate for the state of New York, his husband and 3 kids are by his side when he’s sworn in.
can you do one where tyler and the reader are secretly dating and have to keep it secret from teamiplier and the internet
This shit is my jam tbh
- Neither of you really want to deal with the high expectations that comes with being a youtube couple - So you both agree to not tell anyone during the beginning stages - But it’s hard because Tyler pretty much always wants to hold your hand, or pull you into his lap, or kiss you - And you really want him to do all those things too - But you have to pretend that you’re Just Friends™ - There’s a lot of late night sneaking in and out of each other’s rooms (And it makes you guys supper giggly because you feel like teenagers) - And time goes by and it turns into a “How long can we do this without getting caught” kind of a thing - And then months into the relationship during a live stream Tyler asks you to get him some water - But he slips up and goes “Hey Babe- oh no.” and he turns red - And you turn red - And literally everyone in the room is looking at you, the live chat is going insane - “Babe???!!” Mark repeats because he’s a manchild and is angry that he didn’t get to know the secret - “You guys are dating? How long?” “I don’t know, six months” “SIX MONTHS” - “WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL US” - But tbh Amy and Kathryn kinda suspected, but Mark and Ethan had no idea - But on the bright side you get to sit on Tyler’s lap for the rest of the stream
Description: Phan AU where Dan just broke up with his girlfriend and he and Phil are platonic pallios who are in the process of moving. (like in real life) They head to Walmart to buy shitty, cheap furniture and end up spending the night.
what are your thoughts on white people who are not usually white passing and even in the US could be/are often mistaken for poc and their cultures do not fit in stereotypically western-white societies due to their country's different history and past?
as far as people from these regions who are living in the West goes, I think that it’s possible for some of them to pass for/be read as brown just for their phenotypes, which is kind of related to the liminal spaces I talked about re: being white-passing. and at that point, again, you have to consider how free you are to walk through the world (are you able to do that as a “white body”?) vs. material circumstances (how does the way that you’re racialised affect you? are you / your family immigrants and does that affect the way you’re treated, the way you dress/speak/think, the way you navigate the world? is this xenophobia without racism or is there evidence that it’s something racially liminal?) vs. how you think of yourself (do you think of yourself as white or have you been given reason–beyond just your phenotype (bc some people who are def racialised as white in the West and fit into “white” as a political category relating to histories of colonialism, e.g. Spaniards, can be “brown-passing”)–to see yourself as a racial “other”?)
as far as culture goes, I do think that Western Europeans have historically had attitudes towards countries on or at the southwestern borders of Europe that could be called exoticism or Orientalism (see: the trend for Turkish Orientalism in the 18th century, which was of course heavily tied into views on Islam), and that set the stage for how these cultures are viewed in modern Western Europe and even the U.S. (albeit in different ways since our approaches to race and ethnicity in general are different). I’m sure that there’s a lot more to be said on this last point but I am neither a European nor a historian.
Characters and Pairings: Leonard McCoy x Reader, Hikaru Sulu, Jim Kirk
Prompt: “You are gushing blood, James! You need to go to the hospital [medbay], not just duct tape the wound!” (pt.1) (link)
Summary: When you bring Jim into the medbay with an injury from a fencing tutorial gone wrong, you finally get to know his handsome doctor friend.
Word count: 1941
Triggers: mild swearing, sorta description of a wound and blood, general doofiness, annoying internal monologues
A/N: This is Part 2 and actually has McCoy in it. If you haven’t read Part 1, you can probably read this on it’s own; however, Part 1 is a lot of fun, so go read the fic anyway. I really don’t understand protoplasers, and neither, would it seem, does the internet; I did my best. I’ve tried to keep the reader gender neutral; if you disagree, I will gladly listen to and absorb feedback.
Why do you translate killing stalking when it's already translated?
I answered these types of questions a lot before but I guess it’s due time to remind people again.
I don’t translate out of bitterness or to undermine the content or the creator. I don’t translate KS to be a thorn in Lezhin’s side, and I definitely don’t translate it for profit or some desirable benefits that come with translating.
I translate because people still need me to translate it. It’s really simple but it explains a lot of what I do. When I first started it was something harmless and something fun, and to help guide those who were struggling to read KS Korean version. This was way before Lezhin decided to do simultaneous releases and boosted up the coin packages.
After translating it for a few weeks, I noticed how much of a bubble I was in. You imagine that if you can buy Killing Stalking chapters others can too, and you never dream about the possibility that others can’t. Then people send me messages about how they were happy and grateful to read the translations and explained why they couldn’t buy the chapters even when they wanted to support Koogi, that they will buy them in the future, or that they started buying them but read my translations first. Many of the “I can’t” messages were understandable - economic reasons, there’s no way around that. But there were ones that surprised me and it was about location. People couldn’t pay because of where they physically lived. Some of my Middle Eastern readers can’t pay because their bank doesn’t let global access. Some of my readers have shitty exchange rates. Some of them just can’t make electronic payments.
I mentioned before (here and here) that if Lezhin solves the problem I would cease to exist but once again, I translate because people need me to.
And I hear a lot of arguments about me and translating: “people should just buy them”, “don’t read fan translations, support the author!!!”, “if you can’t afford the chapters then don’t read it” and my favorite is “people are liars, they can pay they just don’t want to” and oh boy. I don’t blame them for not understanding cause I didn’t either before I translated but some of these people really can’t, I mean. They SERIOUSLY can’t and it’s disappointing to see that rather than helping others by pitching ideas or asking for changes they rather follow the same system, even when the audience is expanding. How do you support something if you can’t get to it?
You can snipe that webtoons aren’t a necessity but a luxury and people shouldn’t have access to my translations yet neither is technology or clothes but here we are - on the internet with pieces of fabric on.
I wish there was a way to donate to the authors directly rather than being limited to paying each chapter. If people can’t buy the chapters they can at least still say thank you by giving them whatever they can spare.
People rationalize that “it’s only 20 cents a chapter!!!!! it’s so cheap there’s no reason not to buy them” but the thing is, you have to buy them in bundles.
In U.S. currency, it cost $4 for 14 coins. If it’s 3 coins/chapter then the $4 bundle can get you around 4 chapters. As of right now there are 21 locked chapters which mean it’ll be totaled to around 63 coins and the season is not over nor will the series end anytime soon, so you’re spending more than $20 (assuming you’re going to buy all the chapters until the series end without using points) and that’s not including other webtoons you’ll want to read in Lezhin like the fan favorites - Out of Control, A Guy Like You, All About Lust, At the End of the Road, Blood Bank, Window to Window, Hate Mate, Moritat, and etc. The little things add up, and some people won’t be able to get the bundles EVERY time they have to resupply particularly if their exchange rate is shit or they’re just tight with money.
I tried explaining some of my ideas to help before, I think at least once (probably just once knowing me). But the response was the same, unfortunately. And I agree with people saying I’m not a good person because technically I’m not. But this situation isn’t black and white and neither are the readers.
If you would like to read more and in detail, here are the links. There I explained myself with more commentary and visual aid. Support the authors and the contributors but support them the best you can if not through money but through popularity so the fanbase grows, and if you can, buy the chapters in the future.
Even now, why won’t Lezhin reward readers in the English site with points or coins for daily visits like they do with Korean readers? I mean, all the leaked translations and fan translations are in English and usually intended for international readers so wouldn’t it be more helpful to try and let readers get coins/points so that they try reading the chapters legally?
But who knows, I don’t understand anything about the business ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Can you write TFP Smokescreen dating headcanons, pwease?
90% of his dating advice he gets either from the children or the internet, neither of which are an amazingly reliable resource
He’ll try showing off first, but if you don’t seem any more interested than normal in that then he’ll try something else. He’s very eager to try wooing you the old-fashioned way, and he’ll often present you with flowers (mainly, huge bushes of them, that he’s plucked from some remote Swiss meadow)
He’s so sweet though, and very unsure. Romance excites him, even if he gets so flustered by it
Prompt: “Reader works at a bookstore and Jasper comes in every week, fluff” (requested)
Word Count: 526
A/N: I wanted to keep this one short, I don’t know, I think it’s cuter that way, probs not but whatever. Sorry for the anon that requested this almost three weeks ago!!! I suck.
“Have a nice day!” I said to the woman in front of me while I handed her a bag with her book inside, once she got out of the store I sighed and put my arms on the counter resting my head on them. Working in a bookstore was fun, most times, but it gets boring pretty soon, after all, I can’t read while in my shift and neither can I go to the internet in the store’s computer, store rules or whatever.
I lifted my head and looked around, today was a calm day, a few people were sitting around on the couches reading peacefully and the music that was playing through the speakers was soothing enough to make me want to go to sleep; my thoughts were interrupted when the bell that was attached to the door sounded, meaning that another person entered the store.
I looked at the door and I smiled at the sight of the person entering through it, it was Jasper Hale, the only person in this city that comes to this bookstore at least two days a week, whatever his reason is I love every day that he comes, for a reason when he crosses that door all the stress that I could be feeling that day fades way completely and is replaced by happiness.
When he got close enough to the counter he smiled at me.
“Good morning, (Y/N)”
“Good morning, Jasper” I smiled at him “Is nice seeing you again; I see that you haven’t got bored of this place yet”
He chuckled and lowered his head only to look at me again.
“Well, it never gets boring if I can see you every time” he grinned and I could feel my heart beat getting faster every second, for a second I thought that he could feel it by the way he was smiling at me, but he quickly excused himself saying that he wanted to go and read something.
Another Monday, another week that was starting. I started to organize everything behind the counter; there were people inside of the store already, most of them reading. I didn’t realize that someone was waiting for me until I heard a voice.
“Hey” the second his voice went through my ears I knew who it was.
I quickly stood up from my ‘squat’ position and fixed my hair a little while I smiled at him, he was as handsome as ever, I noticed that he was holding a coffee in his hand.
“I brought you a coffee, I didn’t know what kind you like so it’s a latte” My smile grew wider while he handed me the cup.
“You didn’t have to, Jasper” I grabbed the hot cup and put it in front of me “Thanks anyway, that’s really nice of you”
“It’s nothing, really, maybe one day I can take you out to drink coffee somewhere else” he winked at me.
That was it, my heart stopped and I felt my hands starting to get sweaty. A nervous smile crept onto my face and I tried to gather all the confidence that I could before answering.