So apparently, Jeff is still not done trying to get rid of Sterek.
The full article talks about how he is still trying to bury the fact that Sterek was queerbaited and an action he has recently taken to do so was getting a video by Youtuber “AreTheyGay” taken down from Viacom. The video went into Stiles and Derek’s relationship and broke it all down, and stated that Sterek was queerbaited with explanations and evidence to back them up. They worked on that video for 10 months straight and they were incredibly proud of it, but it was taken down… something that they worked hard on was taken down due to Jeff, all the other TW writers, MTV and whoever else trying to hide something we’ve all already established, and possibly trying to stop Stereks which obviously will not happen, which is why the bit from the photo above is something that really caught my attention.
We disassociated our fandom from Teen Wolf seasons ago, yet we remain a target. It comes to show that we, in a way, pose a threat.
It’s a fact that Sterek was a major attraction from the beginning, that Sterek was the reason many started watching and kept watching. It’s also a fact that this fandom is by far one of the strongest and most kept together.
We continue to thrive even with one half of our ship off the show and the other half hardly getting any screentime as of the begin of season 6 and like the writer of the article stated, we will continue to go on even when Teen Wolf ends which I’m sure Jeff and the rest have realized by now, must be bothersome to them.
On top of that, we’ve called Teen Wolf out on their bullshit on multiple occasions and given they’re trying to hide the fact that their show queerbaited, it only makes sense to retaliate against a group of people who continue to mention and prove that they did what they did.
So, yeah, it looks a lot like we’re a threat and the constant pushing of Jeff and co. basically proves it.
It means we’re winning.
Canon or not, we’re winning.
It’s been years and Jeff has done a lot yet we’re still around. He can’t get rid of us and he can’t get rid of the truth either and that gets to him.
It’s been years and he still has yet to understand that we’re not going anywhere, but it’s great, actually, because he keeps trying and continues to fail.
We turned Sterek into something bigger than any of them could’ve thought to imagine, a massive group of people who’ve been set aside and thrown out as delusional and problematic did that.
Keith lunged toward Lance once more, pinning him for the third time in two minutes. Their sparring matches usually ended in Keith’s victory, but never this quickly.
“Come on, Lance; you’re not even trying,” he prodded. Lance’s grimace (the one he’d been sporting all day, Keith had noticed) turned into an outright scowl at Keith’s jab.
“Sorry,” he said flippantly, “I’m distracted. And tired. Can I be done with this for the day?” Shiro looked surprised when Lance turned toward him, but before he could answer, Keith was interrupting.
“Seriously? You’re just ‘done with this for the day?’”
Lance bristled. “I wasn’t asking you.”
“You know why we train, right?” Keith pressed.
“Keith, knock it off,” Shiro grumbled, but Keith didn’t stop his assault.
“It’s because what we do is important. So whatever you’ve got that’s distracting you, whatever girl turned you down at the space mall or whatever conditioner you ran out of, you need to forget about it so you can focus on your actual responsibility to the universe for once.”
“Well, I’m sorry; not all of us just have this one big responsibility to the fucking universe,” Lance snapped in a terrifying quiet tone. “Can I not be cut a little bit of slack on the one day that I can’t stop thinking about the responsibility I was pulled away from?”
Keith looked shocked, his mouth falling open for a moment. Lance sighed and rubbed his face tiredly.
“What are you talking about?”
“Look, I’m sorry. I just–I’m stressed out. Can I just go back to my room?” Lance asked.
“No,” Shiro replied, “Tell us what you meant. What other responsibilities are you talking about?” Lance often felt homesick, Shiro knew, but he had always thought it was missing the comforts of home–not some kind of fear of what he had left behind.
Lance hesitated. “I mean, my mom is back on Earth, raising six children alone, and the next oldest one is my little sister, and she’s only 14.”
Shiro softened. “I’m sorry,” he replied, “I had no idea. But you know they’re fine, right? You mom was on her own with them while you were at Garrison, wasn’t she?”
“Well yeah,” Lance admitted, “but that’s the problem. That school is expensive, and it took almost all of our savings money. I was supposed to start working over the summer as a cargo pilot and eventually get a full time piloting job to cover the expenses, but now I’m here, and they’re on Earth with all my debt and loans on one income. My sister is supposed to start looking at schools this year, but without my loans paid off, she’s not going to have any options. She’s just going to have to get a job, and that’s–I just can’t–today is–” he trailed off, but Pidge knew what he was trying to say.
“The deadline for Garrison applications,” she finished. Lance nodded, not taking his eyes off the floor.
“Mi hermanita would have made a really great pilot,” he near-whispered, smiling sadly, “way better than me. And she’s not going to get to be one. Because I’m here defending the universe. So, yeah,” he looked back up at Keith with tears shimmering in his eyes, “I know this is my one big duty. And I know it comes with sacrifices, and I’ve made them all willingly. But I just–my sister shouldn’t have to, right? She doesn’t get to go to flight school because of her brother, who she probably thinks is dead anyway? I’m trying, but I just–today I need a little slack.” He set his bayard down on the ground and turned away. “I’m done with this for the day,” he said as he went back to his room. No one stopped him this time.
This photo might not seem like much but there is a lot here.
Let’s start with, I’m a jeweler. I got my start with metalsmithing almost 20 years ago. It’s my passion. My partner doesn’t have this background.
We’ve been married for almost 11 years and together for 15. We’ve been through a lot of stuff together.
One of those things is me coming to terms with my sexuality. Some days I think I’m squarely demisexual, some days it is much more solidly ace. I’m still not entirely sure. But I’m somewhere on that spectrum. This is not a thing that was known before we got married. But we’re still here, still together.
A few weeks back my partner started asking questions about how to forge a ring. I taught them how to hammer and anneal copper. How to shape it without stretching it too much. How to polish and clean everything up.
During this they got the size for my middle finger. I figured ok, if you’re going to make a first ring you need to have a target. That’s a normal thing, I didn’t particularly think on the significance.
Yesterday they had me help them through our nano-ceramic plating process as they took the copper ring they had made to fit my middle finger and plated it with black ceramic.
I spent the last couple weeks teaching my sweetie the basics of jewelry making so that last night they could gift me with an ace ring that they made me with thier own two hands.
So yeah, that photo doesn’t look like much but it means everything.
A year and a half after the shooting, Amanda got a cashier job at a Walgreens down the street from the school. “During the summer, you could always tell who the tourists were, because they’d make sure no one was listening, then lean in close and say, ‘Is that Columbine High School down the street?’ 'Yeah.’ So they’d look at me, cock their head, study my features, and then say, 'Were you old enough to have been there that day?’ "Yeah.’ About half would then say, 'Oh god, I’m so sorry,’ and the other half would get morbidly curious and be like, 'Did you see them come in? Did you see anyone get shot?’ It was the same questions over and over again. Even now, tour buses go by the school and people pose by the sign to get pictures.”
Yeah, that really happens. Imagine tour groups stopping by your grandma’s tombstone so they can get new Facebook profile pics. If there’s a morbid event in human history, you can bet that some people are creepily obsessed with it. Amanda made a series of YouTube videos in which she discusses the shooting, and she’s received weird responses from people who don’t believe her, who think Harris and Klebold were heroes, or who are simply general maniacs.
“Someone the other day asked me if I saw blood on the ceiling where Eric and Dylan shot themselves. [Some people] think of the weirdest, smallest details to nitpick. They find one little thing that varies from the official account, and then it’s like, 'Oh my God, you’re a liar!’”
“Ok, the popcorn is here… Did you assholes actually not leave me a spot to sit?” I groan and leave one of the bowls on the coffee table. Michael stretches to grab it and shrugs, popping a popcorn in his mouth. I sigh and move to sit on the floor but Calum pats his thigh and motions me to sit on his lap, earning looks from the guys. “Oh, come on guys…. I can’t let her sit on the floor and I don’t want to leave this so comfortable armchair. ” Calum says, shrugging. The guys nod and turn to the screen.
I sigh and sit on Calum’s lap, thanking God that we didn’t give away our secret; for the past 3 months, I and Calum took our friendship to another level and became friends with benefits. “You almost got us caught…” I whisper in his ear as I settle on his lap. His hand goes to my thigh, drawing shapes on my skin. “Stop freaking out… Nobody understood shit.” He whispers in my ear and bites my earlobe. “Whatever… Want to stay after the guys leave?” I ask him, whispering. “You know I do. ” He chuckles.
I shuffle on Calum’s lap, trying to get more comfortable. Calum grips on my thigh and bites on my shoulder. “Babe, you are giving me a boner…” He moans in my ear and buries his nails on the skin of my thigh. “Want me to move away?” I ask, feeling his member stiffen. “No… I want you to grind. ” He says, biting my neck. “Cal, they are going to see us…” I protest. “They are so into the movie, they won’t notice…” He says and slips his hand under my shorts. He traces my clit to convince me, but I am already convinced as well as turned on by his member poking my back. I move my core closer to his cock, getting more friction from him. He moans in my ear again and slips his hand under my panties this time, teasing my entrance with his long fingers. I bite my lip to prevent myself from moaning and press my cunt on his dick. The friction his jeans and my cotton shorts make my lower region get on fire. His fingers are just teasing me, tracing my hole from the outside and spreading the wetness that was pooling in there. “So wet for me….” He moans in my ear and I grind harder, feeling every inch of his hard-on. “So hard just for me. I can’t wait to feel you inside me…” I moan back, just loud enough for him to hear it. It just takes a few minutes before Calum stops me from moving my body. “I want to cum so bad…I am so close…” He moans frustrated. I smirk at him and peck on his cheek, before I start grinding harder and faster, making Calum release long-held breaths. “Fuck, babygirl.” He says, loud enough for everyone to hear.
I turn to look at him wide eyed as the guys stop the movie and look at us. “What the hell guys?” Ashton asks, as he watches our red faces and the position we are sitting. I open my mouth to say something but instead, I just stutter. “Well…” Calum begins but stops and looks at me. “Well what?” Luke asks. “We’ve been sleeping together for the past 3 months. ” Calum says, with a lot of courage. I feel my face heat up and my cheeks turn brick red. “Like, you’ve been sleeping together as boyfriend and girlfriend or like casually with no commitment? Kind of like friends with benefits?” Michael asks, glaring at Calum; Michael was always protective of me, more than the other 3 guys. “We’ve never really discussed it but I guess it’s kind of boyfriend- girlfriend…” Calum replies, leaving me shocked. “What?” I ask, turning to look at him. “Yeah, I mean, we are exclusive. I am not sleeping around anymore and I know you don’t, so yeah…” He says, looking in my eyes for confirmation. “Well, yeah, but I didn’t know you were that serious about this. I mean, we haven’t been on a date or something…” “We have. A month ago, we went to that party together. We ended up having sex and you stayed at my place.” “Wow, I didn’t even realize that that was a date.”
“Ok, maybe we should go and let them discuss this whole situation…. Just, next time you want to fool around, please don’t do it while we are in the same room. It’s weird to know that Calum had probably cum his pants…” Luke says, motioning the others to stand up and follow him to the door. “Just tell us what you’ve decided. Goodnight kids.” Michael says, leaning in to kiss my forehead as he walks behind Luke. “Don’t screw this one up, Hood.” Ashton warns Calum and waves me off, earning a nod from Calum and a smile from me.
Once the guys are out of my apartment, Calum makes me sit on his lap facing him. “You didn’t know we were dating? Really?” Calum asks me, stroking my cheek. “I thought we were just friends with benefits and nothing more. ” “I could never use you just like that. You mean more than you realize and sometimes I get so angry that you don’t see it. I don’t want to just fuck you. I want to spend time with you, have adventures with you. I just…. I never though that after all these years of hanging out as friends, it would be necessary to take you out on a date and ask you officially.” He replies shrugging. “Well, Calum Thomas Hood, you know so little about women. We appreciate it when our boyfriends ask us out and go through that awkward first date moment. We appreciate it when our boyfriends get all nervous when they ask us to be with them or when they find a phantasmagoric way to ask us to be with them… ” I say, shaking my head while smiling….
“I think I have a phantasmagoric way to ask you to be mine…” He says, picking me up. I hang on his body like a koala bear as he walks us towards my bedroom. “Please explain…” I say giggling. “My tongue, against your little clit, forming every letter of the phrase ‘will you be my girlfriend’ until you cum on my lips, babygirl.”
(A/N): I intended to finish it when the guys caught them but it just didn’t seem right. Anyways, I hope you like it.
though, the best part of teaching Greek mythology is that soft ‘huh’
coming from behind you as you’re finishing up a diagram of the gods and
the relationships they have between them.
“Is something wrong?” you ask, turning around while you try, and fail, to clean white chalk off your fingers.
just,” the boy says, and then he blushes a bit, because people taking
Latin are usually good and shy and the last thing they want is to get
into a fight with a teacher. “Those two characters here - aren’t they
And okay, at this point everybody’s paying
attention except the resident class child - that one girl who still has
to use four different colours for everything she writes and will get
upset if you point out she should only use black or blue when filling in
exams. So, yeah, you look at the boy, and then at everybody else, and
then you turn back, pretend to check.
“Yes, they are,” you say, frowning, as if you never had to answer that question before.
“So why is there a double line between them?”
they were in a relationship at some point. Double lines are for sex, remember? Single
lines are kids and parents, and double lines are lovers.”
giggles. The two kids whose parents bring them along to weird art
exhibitions - the ones who’ve grown up hearing frank political discussions and the occasional dirty joke - are now looking collected
and a bit smug. The others are losing it, and fast - they look at the
board, as if only just noticing the thing, and then at you.
they were like, gay?” someone else asks, and it’s always a girl asking
this question, because 'gay’ is just something boys aged 14 and a half
never use - a Voldemort word, something that’s on your lips today and on
everybody else’s tomorrow.
And this, of course, is the
moment you’ve been waiting for - what the lesson was actually about. You
wouldn’t plan a lesson around that, but you will mention the subject if
it comes up, and so you start talking, about all of it - about sexual
orientation being a cultural construct, about the Greek language not
even having a term for 'gay’ and 'straight’, about warriors falling in
love with each other and neglecting their teenage wives, about the fact
our society is still coming to terms with something people have known in
their hearts for millennia - that there’s no choosing and no free will,
not about this. About how the most important thing is to respect
yourself and each other, and the rest doesn’t matter all that
Statistically, in every class there’s a kid
who’s struggling with this. Maybe two. Here things are not as bad as
they could be, but it’s still hard, especially when you’re fourteen and
you think you may be the only one and you don’t want to be different and
how the hell can you even have a conversation about these things, with anyone?
sometimes when you talk about these things - and dedicated teachers will
find a way to include this speech somehow, because you never know who
might need an ally, and who might need to hear it said out loud - teachers who love their kids will mention the issue when discussing Michelangelo and
Leonardo and Shakespeare and the Iliad - sometimes you see exactly who
these kids are. Sometimes you see them looking at you, wide-eyed and
fearful and yet full to the brim with that Go on look that’s so
endearing on any kind of student. And sometimes all you see is their
floppy hair, because they will keep scribbling in their notebooks and
pretending like this is uninteresting and embarrassing and Oh my God,
but the tips of their ears are getting red, and you find yourself hoping
they’ll get a hug today, because they really need it.