#Pseudology

[noyzinerd]

I guess we're all just over here posting Sterek snippets-(Part 1)

So, I guess here's one of mine, not that anyone was asking 😅 (with more snippets to come soon, after some polishing).

A snippet from "Pseudology"

Understandably, Derek hadn't even thought twice about how Stiles had known, at the time, that Jennifer was the 'second psychotic, mass-murdering girlfriend Derek had ever dated'.

Because of course Stiles had found out about his relationship with Kate. That wasn't a surprise. He was Stiles. The boy was as curious as they came.

Derek had always just assumed Stiles had snooped through his records or something else highly invasive.

If that had been the case, Derek didn't think he would've even been that upset at Stiles for prying where he had no business prying.

If that had been the case, he would've just been grateful Stiles was able to keep his secret to himself for as long as he had.

If only that had been the case.

As Stiles' memory manifested all around Derek, building itself brick by brick in a swirl of clouds before his eyes, the scene laid out to him left his pulse pounding hot in his ears.

Boyd had long since fell unconscious under the unrelenting bite of the electric current. Erica was still able to watch through lidded eyes, however, as she had always had a higher tolerance for pain.

The crack of Gerard's fist against Stiles' face over and over again was loud enough to drown out the overworked whirring of the generator. A breathless cry slammed out of the boy in a wheeze as the Argent patriarch's fists began laying into his thin chest and stomach. Each impact landed with the devastating power of a military-trained veteran against a kid literally half his size.

The moment Gerard had thrown that first punch, Derek's body had instantly reacted. He had immediately grabbed at the old man in an effort to throw him off, only for his clawed hands to slip through the memory as if he were gripping smoke. 

Three more frantic tries proved just as ineffective as the first.

Derek could only watch uselessly as Stiles attempted to curl in on himself to soften the blows, trying his best to shield his face with his only free hand.

"Today's youth could do to learn some manners. Back in my day, you would address a man by 'sir.' 'Old geezer' would've gotten you the belt, no matter if you were at home or in the middle of the market. Seems that father of yours never took the time to properly discipline you."

He could hear the moment Stiles' ribs cracked, the snap of his bones under the skin, the plump lips that Stiles always worried between his teeth when he thought too hard were suddenly split open under the force of one of Gerard’s punches and it was awful. The more he saw, the worse it felt, and the tighter his chest got. As he watched, it was as if the knife he felt in his guts twisted deeper and deeper. The softer Stiles' grunts and whimpers got—the boy's will dropping farther and farther as the abuse continued—the more Derek wanted to do just about anything to make it all stop. He wanted to be there, not just watch, but really be there. To nuzzle up against the bloodied cheek, hold and comfort the boy, hold his hands over the blackening eye and draw away as much pain as he could into himself until the simpering cries faded into his shoulder where he would hold Stiles gently to him. Derek would rub his back and apologize for anything and everything and promise that everything would be alright. But as he stood, shifted with all the power in the world, watching the person he cared for more than anything hurting, being tortured by the psychotic father of the psychotic bitch that had left nothing but a husk of what was once Derek, he couldn't help but clench his claws tightly into fists. The pain of his claws sinking into his own palms grounded him.

He had to focus. This Stiles was long passed. Present-Day Stiles, the Stiles of now, his Stiles needed him. If Derek managed to miss the secret of this memory, then the both of them would be subjected to this senseless beating all over again. He wouldn't be the one to do this to Stiles again. So as difficult as it was, Derek held himself back.

And Derek watched.

"The Argents will always be the last to stand amongst the filth as it washes away. We are the mighty pillars of the Coliseums while the creatures, the monsters of this world, the werewolves, are nothing more than the mindless lions. Even as the spectators sit cozy, in their stands, unaware of the protection we provide, we will prevail against the test of time. While they and all of their treacherous collaborators hide in the shadows we will do anything and everything to draw out the darkness and purge them all. Just as my daughter did, just as my granddaughter will. You will never understand the lengths our family will sink to for our cause. Why, even if she had to sink to the depths of fornicating with the beasts, that was Kate's loyalty, her devotion." Gerard took that moment to straighten up with a crack to his back. The seasoned hunter let out a relieved sigh as he stretched out his arms and wiped his sweaty brow, like he had finished putting in a long day's work tending to his farm rather than physically breaking someone apart. There was no move to continue his attack once the old man was satisfied in knowing that Stiles wasn't going to uncurl from his huddled position on the floor anytime soon. However, that didn't stop the venomous words from continuing to spill into the air like a toxic vapor. "Not that that mindless thing would have any understanding of that. With nothing more than a few honeyed words and a wink, Kate single-handedly was able to reveal the beast beneath. So barbaric and dimwitted, he couldn't even think beyond his carnal urge to breed, spilling his secrets like a little songbird at the drop of a hat. The thing was too stupid to even look after his own kind. Led her straight to his den! See, that is what makes the difference between man and animal. Loyalty and devotion. It's what I like in you, Stiles. Here you are, beaten black and blue, yet still unwilling to rat out your so-called friends. That kind of devotion keeps you human. But tell me, young man, when the next pretty little thing tosses her hair at your 'pack', where do you think their loyalties are going to lie? Do you honestly think Scott would ever pick to save you over Allison? We already know Derek wouldn't, seeing as he would rather see his family burn in favor of any warm body he can find. What about these two? Or any other members of the Hale pack for that matter? If I were to cut them down right now, do you think either of them would rescue you? Because I'd be willing to bet they'd run with their tails tucked between their legs straight to their Alpha. They are driven solely by their instincts to feed, fuck, and flee. Face it, boy. Your loyalties are ill-founded. It would probably be in your best interest to stick with your own kind in the future."

In a whorl of misty fog, the Argent basement slowly faded away to a different setting.

The werewolf found himself now sitting beside Stiles in his Jeep as he drove himself home in silence, presumably only minutes after the beating that had occurred. Derek placed his hand carefully on top of this young Stiles' incorporeal one resting on the gear shift. It was all pointless, he knew, but at least this way he could pretend that he could do anything to soothe the pain. Derek could trick himself, for just a second, into believing that maybe, in some way, this past version could feel even the tiniest bit of comfort from him.

God, it hurt.

Stiles hadn't said a word or shed a single tear during the entire drive. The silence was the eerie photo-negative of the chattering Stiles he knew. Even when he was furious or upset, Derek was so used to the constant stream of words occasionally mixed with tears and frustrated cries that seeing this quiet boy—gazing through his windshield with the blank stare of a prisoner of war—scared him. It was like watching an echo of Stiles clicking on his right turn-signal to go home as if he hadn't been beaten into the ground and was now bleeding from his face. This Stiles felt wrong.

He felt wrong and hurt inside in a way Derek didn't know how to fix.

If they had been outside of the memory right then, the wolf wasn't sure he would know how to fix present Stiles either.

[Part 2 of snippets]

#sterek #teen wolf #derek hale #tyler hoechlin #stiles stilinski #dylan o'brien #mieczysław stiles stilinski #tw describing when Gerard Argent beat Stiles #snippet #wip #fanfic #Whenever I post writings it's always from this fic #I'm probably never going to finish it #Pseudology #Pseudologoi

[mannermacabre]

Ok I did the form but ONLY out of curiosity. - @pseudological-facade

CHEMICAL INJECTION TIME (((o(*°▽°*)o))) just kidding i think ur cool! i wouldnt hurt you on PURPOSEEEE (´｡• ᵕ •｡`)

[consistentsquash]

Fests before AO3 - Hoggywarty Slash and Femslash Rec List

Happy Hump Day! I wanted to do a spotlight on some of the HP fandom fests that were happening before/outside AO3!

Context

Hoggywartyxmas is a fest that happens on Livejournal annually. 2022 is going to be their last year. So let's celebrate the slash/femslash fics/art from their run. A lot of these fics are only available on LJ. So you are going to find a lot of new fics by going through the master lists.

I picked one fic from the annual masterlists from 2010 to 2021 but everything is really good. Definitely check out the masterlists.

AO3 Collection for this list

 

2010 Fic and Art Masterlist

West of Stockholm by bethbethbeth

Pairing - Moody/Snape

Read this because - Absolutely perfect characterizations! <3

Again Snape dropped his gaze. "The Headmaster is aware that I have certain...interests."

"What sort of interests?"

  2011 Fic and Art Masterlist

A Feather on One's Cap by featherxquill

Pairing - McGonagall/Hooch/Rita Skeeter

Read this because - the poly negotiations are brilliant.

Minerva smiled, and how wonderful it was to have a partner who understood that just because Rolanda desired others, whether or not she acted on it, it did not make the love between them, or her desire for Minerva, any less. There had been other lovers in Rolanda’s past that had been affronted at the very idea. It was probably for the best that none of those relationships had lasted very long.

  2012 Fic and Art Masterlist

The Imperative Mood by magnetic_pole

Pairing - McGonagall/Hooch

Read this because - the Hooch POV is amazing. Dry and funny.

Now, if you have spent any time with Minerva McGonagall, you know that she exudes a certain...unflappability. And when she is, how shall we say...flapped?...you know very well that the best course of action does not involve pointing it out.

  2013 Fic and Art Masterlist

My True Love Gave to Me by albalark

Pairing - Poppy Pomfrey/Amelia Bones

Read this because - Feel good holiday vibes with a mystery! It's like Knives Out without the knives.

“This is the best Christmas present my true love ever gave to me. Would you like a pear?”

  2014 Fic and Art Masterlist

Rec note - This is one of my fav years of the fest. It's got Subversive! It's got We'll Take a Cup of Kindness Yet and a lot of other amazing fics.

A Beginner's Guide to Pseudology by Woldy

Pairing - Minerva/Augusta

Read this because - WOLDY! <3 One of my fav hp femslash authors. But also. This fic. Brilliant ladies being brilliant together. One of my favorite things about Woldy's writing is how intelligent it is. Their characters don't feel pretentious but just feel intelligent. Idk how to explain!

“I wouldn’t have chosen you as a partner,” says Augusta gruffly, “but it probably does me good to have some intelligent conversation.”

For a moment the words hang in the air, as if neither of them is quite ready to take the next step. Then they both speak at once.

  2015 Fic and Art Masterlist

Bum Boys and Blushing Brides by kelly_chambliss

Pairing - McGonagall/Rosmerta

Rec because - Gryffinders snooping and hearing secrets. Umbridge being Umbridge! Also McGonagall being peak McGonagall! Really sharp writing and characterizations.

"You'll continue to see Rosmerta, of course?" Snape asked as they moved away.

She snorted. "As if the likes of Dolores Umbridge could stop me."

  2016 Fic and Art Masterlist

The Remember All by cranky_crocus

Pairing - Remus/Neville

Rec because - Neville is the best Gryffindor. Because fear doesn't stop him! A classic trope about amnesia executed really well.

Neville didn’t know what scared him more, Remus’ not knowing who he was, or Madam Pomfrey’s not knowing what to do.

  2017 Fic and Art Masterlist

Continuation by cleodoxa

Pairing - Pomona Sprout/Minerva McGonagall

Rec because - really beautiful short fic about relationships changing over time.

It would not have been quite right to say that the new term went well. Fear did not go away just like that.

  2018 Fic and Art Masterlist

Second Chances by alisanne

Pairing - McGonagall/Sinistra

Rec because - it's about second chances! The real spirit of Hogwarts <3

Aurora raised one of Minerva’s hands to her lips, kissing it. “I hope I can continue to be your dear friend no matter what else happens this holiday.”

Threading her fingers through Aurora’s, Minerva smiled. “I think we can manage that.”

  2019 Fic and Art Masterlist

A Very Kinky Christmas by Articcat621

Pairing - McGonagall/Poppy Pomfrey

Rec because - the real holiday is about sexy gag gifts!

“There are no students around, and you know I couldn’t care less about what the other professors think… In fact, I believe most of them already know.” Minerva smiled.

  2020 Fic and Art Masterlist

Extracts from 'Letter Collection P' by zaleti

Pairing - Irma Pince/Wilhelmina Grubbly-Plank

Rec because - epistolary! Actually this is probably the best epistolary fic I have read. Really beautiful characterizations. A lot of color/emotion which makes it feel as if we are also experiencing things with the characters.

She was tallish and tanned, and dressed for the outdoors -- heavy dragonhide boots, brown coat, hair cut short. But something about the way she walked; the movement of her hands as she pulled a book from the shelf and flicked it open… I was fascinated, M. Intrigued.

  2021 Fic and Art Masterlist

Earth is the right place for love by eldritcher

Pairing - McGonagall/Rosmerta/Snape

Rec because - Snape lives! I mean he comes back from the dead. Because of the power of love. Also Snape, Rosmerta and McGonagall retiring to a vineyard is what they really need after everything.

At year's turn, on morrow's eve, as a sailor cloud kisses the moon, they drink their grape's libation and salute this good earth. They are three and they are one, and their earth is the right place for love.

#hoggywartyxmas #rec lists #hp slash rec lists #hp femslash rec lists #hp femslash #hp rarepairs #hp slash #slash and femslash recs from hoggywartyxmas #fests before ao3 #livejournal fests #hp fandom history #recs

[goose-onthe-loose]

i understand and relate to your ex religious posts so much it feels like you're in my head, even though i'm exmuslim instead. i'm also 19, i'm kind of jealous that your parents took it okay. i know it won't be safe for me to mention my atheism to mine until i'm moved out and independent (which is pretty far away atm). i'm glad for you that you got away from that and found your own beliefs. do you also feel like you're stunted from your upbringing? if so, do you have any advice on learning how to be a normal person lol

Hey! First of all thank you for your ask, and I'm sorry for the late reply. I've been in the shadow realm for a couple days but I ate a bagel so I think I'm good /hj

Ok! Before the advice, a couple disclaimers. First of all, I recognize that my relationship with my parents is pretty unusual, meaning there are certain aspects of what you might call "the standard deconversion experience" that I can't advise on.

I wish I could reveal the secret formula for supportive parents, but honestly I just got stupid lucky.

And second, obvs we are from different backgrounds so like. Take this with a massive grain of salt. Perhaps even an entire teaspoon.

Now to answer your questions.

Yes, I definitely feel stunted in a few ways... like, I missed out on plenty of general teen things, like parties, dating, and extracurriculars. Because of this I'm a little scared for college, mingling with people I feel I don't have much common ground with.

And then there are the years I spent in emotional turmoil, trying to figure out if I wanted to leave, how to do it, if I was making the right decision, etc etc etc.

I also regret the hundreds, if not thousands of hours I wasted studying obscure Jewish laws, time which could have been spent on... literally anything else.

But at this point, I can't change any of that. So I'm trying to focus on what I can do; here are a few things that have really helped me.

Research! Google is your friend, and you can use it to learn about everything from secular social norms to basic life skills. I literally got all of my sex ed online, lol.

Which brings me to my next piece of advice: build community. This one was especially helpful to me. In fact, I think of my discovery of the subreddit r/ExJew as a turning point in my deconversion journey. Like I know the site in general has a bad reputation, but stumbling across that page genuinely changed my life. It provided me with something I sorely needed: a place full of people like me. Somewhere where I could vent, ask questions, get advice, and even joke around. Idk about the culture on the exmuslim sub, but I'd say it's worth checking out.

This was also a good place to find anti-apologetic blogs and books, which went a long way towards undoing the bullshit religious pseudologic I'd been inundated with.

And lastly, "coming out". This one is iffy, and you should only do it if safe. But I still recommend it, because honestly. After I had decided to leave, one of the hardest parts was pretending to be something I wasn't.

So... after a while, I stopped. Wrote a letter to my parents, sent a mass email to the teachers in my religious school. I chose not to tell most of my classmates, but I did find another closet atheist in my school, and she honestly made the rest of my senior year a lot easier. Just having one other person to look over at and silently agree, "yeah, this is bullshit," can help with morale.

And even if you don't find anyone like that, there's a lot of peace, I think, in speaking your mind.

I hope this helped, and I hope good things come to you soon.

Lmk if this was helpful, or if you ever wanna chat :)

#ex religious #apostate #asks

[sysmedical-blocklist]

went through the first 125 listed blogs on the masterlist, not including the blogs removed for being deleted. theyve been moved to a seperate sheet (in the same sheets file) for preservation's sake

changelog under the cut, current count is at 509 blogs

removed the following blogs:

sys-shop, sanriosys, berrybunz, a-stupid-syscourse-blog, caesarsden, our-oceanic-deepdive--300, dots-and-fruits, systemvents, the-judgement-system, miss-gumita, alterwiki, bunnii-png, ohaphelion, sweet-dollhouse, catboybeat, ghostly-deer-system, tylenol-tranny, pokipossum, discoursedrudge, endogenicaffirmations, catboy-josuke, miracle-sludge, ffacomics, lavenbrr-sustem, the-anti-systems, thexsunshinexsystem, sunshine-and-syscourse, princewithastrawberrycow, web-gods, appljuce, medicalpavilion, pseudological, a-system-of-broken-hearts, chaotic-stack-of-pancakes, aomdc, iparraguire, thenephillicsystem, packxofxrats, pack-of-rats, riteofspring, tsukkimis, morpho-collective, firewebdragon, shylockdidnothingwrong

added the following blogs (partially in-between, partially at the end):

freakshow--0304, bread--squid--uwu, thefreaks-showcase, squids-aphmau-hcs, cabin-caves, gembder-go-brr--0304, squids-oc-dump, pyrometeorshower-96, squids-mha-rambles, aquafreakshow-lps, rylex-time, shit-post-system-blog, sanrio-soft-pastels, seasonalsoft-agere, soft-lil-toebeans, tommy-andco, tommyandco-subsystems, tommyandco-littles, tiny-tommyandco, candlewicksartblog, tommyandco-families, xxbubbl3gum-b1tchxx, tierneys-greenhouse, oceanprincessrana, djs-d0llhouse, aquarium-glass, ghia-posts, yourstrulydiamond, madison-emilia, vvampsuke, wyatt-thomaswilliams, webgods, buffabimbo, vels-rb-blog, cherryappleisle, loc-reborn, cherryisle, angelsanddevilsatwork, toybox-comforts, embersystem, the-acid-system, rainbowcake132, rainbscakeandcookies, roboty-is-neat-ok, pizzaplexhelpdesk, manglesquest1987

#enough poison i'm tired #update

[wurds-fur-nurds]

Unveiling a Pseudologism: The Word and Definition of This Day

Have you ever wondered what it would be like if language could play tricks on us? Imagine a word that exists only for a fleeting moment, created specifically for the events of this very day. Today, we explore the concept of pseudologism – a term coined to define a fabricated word, uniquely crafted to capture the essence of this specific day of the year. Heralding from the realm of linguistic imagination, the pseudologism of this day encapsulates the transient nature of time itself. Its elusive existence is not bound by conventional lexicographic rules, but rather emerges as an ephemeral expression of the spirit of this day. While the precise definition of this pseudologism may vary depending on the day, it embodies the amalgamation of emotions, experiences, and phenomena that make each day truly unique. It is an invitation to celebrate the hidden poetry in our daily lives, inspiring curiosity and sparking joy through linguistic playfulness. Today's pseudologism, unnamed but full of potential, carries its own mystery and allure. It is a playful reminder that innovation and creativity are not constrained by traditional boundaries. Invented words like these serve as a testament to humanity's endless capacity to imagine, explore, and reshape the world around us. So, let us embrace the allure of this pseudologism and allow its imagined meaning to color our experiences of this very day. Let it infuse our conversations, thoughts, and written expressions, becoming a testament to the uniqueness of each moment in time. As we bid adieu to this day, the pseudologism will fade away, leaving behind only faint traces of its existence. But fear not, for it will be replaced by a new pseudologism, equally enchanting and transient, as tomorrow unveils its own linguistic marvel. In conclusion, this day brings forth a moment of linguistic whimsy, as we explore the concept of a pseudologism created exclusively for today. It is a reminder that words have the power to shape our perception, our experiences, and our connection to the world around us. So, let us embrace this playful concoction of letters and meanings, allowing it to weave its magic and make this day truly remarkable.

#Definition #Word of the day #conword #Constructed Words #New Word #Fresh speak #Unique speak #Talk with gusto #confuse people

[imiadove2023]

The Magnificent Seven 63rd anniversary 1960 2023 signatures shirt

But if your views are honestly able to stand up to critical analysis by playing devil's advocate against yourself then that is a good test of your ideas The problem is that too many people end up in a positive feedback loop of only seeking out and finding whatever supports their own ideas and dismissing out of hand anything which disagrees. Too many people lack critical thinking skills. Too many people think pseudologically and think that they're thinking logically because they don't understand how to think and analyze facts correctly. Steven Cain I have not copy/pasted anything. Those were my own words which I have not written before today. 

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[debaprasad]

King Liar: the pseudology of contemporary Indian politics

King Liar: the pseudology of contemporary Indian politics

#art_of_resistance_against_autocracy #Article_51A_h #Down_With_Saffron_Fascism #Boycott_Modi #GO_BACK_MODI #Resign_Modi

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[once-in-a-blue-moon2021]

King Liar: the pseudology of contemporary Indian politics

King Liar: the pseudology of contemporary Indian politics

Posted on 05/01/2023 As an ardent Modibhakt, I was concentrating on the unimaginable development of India under the apt guidance of Modiji in the past few years. I was viewing the report card of Modiji published by Godi Media since 2014, when he came to the forefront of the political spectrum in order to rescue the glorious Hindutva or Sanatana dharma. My concentration was distracted by the…

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[ehud1564]

The whole thing about cat rabbits power working more than once was pseudological b*******. It would have been better if you just retconned the rabbit's powers to be able to open how many portals you want for 5 minutes.

#ml #miraculous ladybug

[noyzinerd]

My Sterek snippets-Part 2

As promised, two more, separate, but related, snippets from my wip "Pseudology" (that I have no idea how to connect).

*

"So, let me get this straight. You know that I like you?"

"Yes."

"And I now know that you like me?"

"Yes."

"But you and I aren't ever going to do anything about it?"

"Mm-hmm."

"Because we like each other too much…? And since getting together is only going to end badly for the both of us, we're not even going to try. Am I getting this right?" He couldn't help the exasperated, annoyed tone that came out with those words.

Even if he didn't outwardly show it in his words, Derek's tight lipped half smile was more than enough of an indicator that he understood Stiles' feelings way too well. "Exactly."

Stiles roughly scratched his short nails over his scalp, through his hair, at the mere thought of how close he had been to having Derek this whole time, to still being able to have him, if it weren't for the unbelievably aggravating cock-block that was their morals.

Derek liked him. He had liked him. Stiles was having a really hard time wrapping his head around this new revelation. Around the fact that Derek goddamn Hale had feelings for him. Moreover, it actually sounded like Derek was friggin' head over heels, over the fucking moon for Stiles! The guy had been for years! YEARS! At the same exact time Stiles had been pining over him too. He had had a chance and he hadn't even known it.

What was worse was that, not even 20 whole minutes after finding out this lost opportunity of a lifetime, Derek was telling him that 'they' weren't going to be a thing. 'They' were never going to be a thing, because Derek was scared that trying to 'keep' Stiles was going to make him lose him forever. Derek had come up with this crazy plan for them to ignore both of their feelings and pretend like they weren't attracted to each other. For the rest of their lives.

And that wasn't even the craziest part about all this.

No, the craziest thing was that Stiles had goddamn fucking agreed to this! Because his stupid, overwhelmingly noble set of principles knew that, no matter how easy it would be to just lean in and kiss some sense into Derek, Stiles could never force him to do something he was so opposed to. Derek's mind seemed pretty set on yearning for Stiles from a distance until they both either moved on or died.

Hence, their current predicament.

Both desperately wanting to be with each other.

And at the same time, also desperately wanting to be anything but with each other.

Wanting to always be there to protect each other.

But also wanting to be as far away from each other as possible. To protect each other. From each other.

So, basically they wanted each other, but they also didn't want to want each other, while also not wanting to not want wanting each other.

God, this was all making his head hurt.

The sigh that left his body took most of his fight with it as it blew out his mouth. Stiles took a second to clench his hand painfully in his hair with a muffled, frustrated "AAAARGH!!!" into the elbow of his sweater (slightly startling Derek in the process), before composing himself and making one of the hardest, stupidest decisions in his young life.

"Okay," he said resignedly.

Without looking over at the man next to him, Stiles stared ahead wearily towards the gently sloshing pool as he forced himself to take all of the feelings of hope he had ever felt for him and Derek and smush them like a firefly under a really heavy book. He imagined catching every 'what if' scenario floating in his head in a butterfly net, tying off the overstuffed net, and drowning them all in a big jar of water. No more thinking about their hands accidentally brushing in the Jeep. No more happy thoughts about what it might have felt like to lay on Derek's broad chest as they read a book together. No more thinking about what it might have been like to have strong arms hugging him from behind. Or what it might have been like to steal Derek's toast from out of his hand in the morning because Stiles was late for work. Or elbowing each other at the sink they shared as they fought to brush their teeth at the same time. Or hearing someone whisper tenderly in his ear 'I love you' and actually mean it for once.

As painful as it was, Stiles knew that it would be worse moving forward with the want of something more when he knew he and Derek weren't going to happen. He had to accept that. It would be unfair to keep pushing his expectations onto Derek, knowing that Derek couldn't give him that, and Stiles wasn't sure he would be able to survive another Lydia-esque type of relationship of desperately throwing himself at someone for ten years until he finally got deemed worthy enough for attention.

In the end, this was what would be the best for them.

It had to be.

Stiles couldn't afford to think otherwise.

*

"Okay, you know what? That's it." Stiles jumped to his feet, whirling angrily to stare down at Derek. The conviction in his eyes was eerily similar to the fed up, no-nonsense, 'here's how this is going to go' look Stiles had leveled him while 'harbouring his fugitive ass'. Derek had already known he wasn't going to win this argument the moment Stiles had opened his mouth. Even though Stiles hadn't laid into him yet, he knew he wouldn't stand a chance against all the well-thought out, overanalyzed points Stiles had probably gone over in his head thousands of times. Derek was going to lose and Stiles would end up being his boyfriend whether he liked it or not, and there was nothing he could do about it. A part of him was scared shitless at the idea, fully preparing to go down claws swinging.

Another part of him was on the edge of its seat with perked ears, desperate for Stiles to prove him wrong.

"I. Am. So. Done. You hear me? I'm tired, Derek. I'm tired of always being the responsible one. I'm tired of investigating glowing keys instead of making out with hot girls. I'm tired of studying werewolf migrations while Scott makes out with whatever girlfriend he happens to be with. I'm tired of stopping Alphas when I finally get first seat in lacrosse. I'm tired of driving the girl I've wanted for years to a dance to show up her ex. I'm tired of letting a girl work out her PTSD on my dick. I'm tired of getting carpal tunnel from writing six extra pages of notes for everybody in every class because being a werewolf apparently means never having time to study and dropping out of classes on a dime! More than anything, I'm tired of being miserable for the sake of everyone's happiness and then pretending I'm not miserable, because me having problems in my life would be inconvenient for everybody. Especially when an ID tag needs to be pickpocketed or blue prints need to be printed out. I've stepped aside for you and the rest of the pack for years and dammit if I can't get to have at least one thing that makes me happy. We're done doing what you want this time, Derek, alright?"

"Stiles, I'm not just going to go back on what I believe is best for us just because you find it unfair. You think I like teaming up with Peter every time Beacon Hills has a crisis? Do you think I like living with that son of a bitch? Sharing the same air as him? The bastard killed my sister! We all have to do things we don't want to do, put up with things we don't like, because we have to. Life is unfair. Some of us don't get to go to the Winter Formal, let alone take the girl of our dreams, because some of us no longer had a place to live. You want to complain about school, lacrosse, problems with your best friend? You're lucky to have had any of those at all! You have so much to be happy for. You don't need me to have that. In fact, you have more to lose being with me. So much. Being with me is just going to fuck it all up, Stiles. Why can't you see that?"

"Alright, Derek. Kid gloves are coming off. Wanna play hard ball? I'll play hard ball. You have three reasons why we can't be together. One: you think you'll get me hurt. Two: you think you're a bad relationship magnet. Three: you think all the terrible supernatural stuff that happens to me is your fault. Let's break 'em down. Number one: I'm going to get hurt with or without you. When you were here, we were attacked by the Kanima. When you left for South America, I was possessed by the Nogitsune. When you were here, I was attacked by Gerard Argent. When you were gone, I was attacked by a chimera and the ghost riders. Not everything is about you, Derek. I get hurt. The people of Beacon Hills are just in a hot spot of weird and that's not your fault. Number two: you're not the only one of us that's been in a string of awful relationships. They happen. But, you know what? That doesn't mean good relationships and good people don't exist. The moment you doubt the likelihood of your relationship, you're dooming it to fail. And finally, number three: if there's anyone to blame for not having a normal life, it's me. I was the one who dragged Scott into the woods because I was a dumb kid that wanted to see a dead body, which I can't even begin to apologize for, and who abandoned Scott in the woods to be attacked. I got him into this whole werewolf mess in the first place, not you. If you want to get technical, Peter was the one who bit him if you want to blame someone. My point is: all of your reasons are stupid and are just there to keep up your brooding aesthetic, so you're going to shut your trap, quit displaying your dominance over everything, and listen to what I have to say for once. When—not if, when—we get out of here, you, Derek Samson Hale, are going on a fucking date with me. You are going to hold my goddamn hand while we watch a movie on my couch, preferably Star Wars but I'm willing to haggle. We are getting greasy take-out food, going out for ice cream cones, and looking over some kind of sparkly body of water or bright star constellations or-or city lights from a cliff or whatever twinkly shit is romantic that night until it gets way too cold. And don't think I'm taking it easy on you either. Oh, no. I'm going to be the cutest, most charismatic motherfucker you've ever seen. I'm talking full head-on-shoulder action during the movie, nonstop little half-smiles all day long, dropping a shit-ton of quarters out of my wallet while trying to find a bill smaller than a 50, and if you think for one second that I'm not going to boop you on the nose with my ice cream when you least expect it before licking it off your face, you better think again. I fully intend on charming the pants off you. Whether or not that's literal is up to you. That all okay with you?"

It was scary and new and he felt vulnerable and raw and it hurt to hope, but Stiles—smart, beautiful, cunning Stiles—was finally ripping down all of his carefully crafted excuses and telling him that it was okay to chase after something that made him happy.

"Okay."

[Part 1 of snippets]

#sterek #teen wolf #derek hale #tyler hoechlin #stiles stilinski #dylan o'brien #mieczysław stiles stilinski #snippet #wip #fanfiction #Whenever I post writings it's always from this fic #I'm probably never going to finish it #My headcanon that Derek's middle name is Samson because it means strength #Pseudology #Pseudologoi

[corntort]

hands you hermes? i cant tw tag stuff thru asks 😭 also feel free to ignore the him

YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA HERMES !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#doodle #other ocs #madcom #ask #miiirart #pseudological

[mannermacabre]

On god I need to study you. Hi I'm Willow AKA @pseudological-facade and I'm interested in your pet project

hi hi hello!!!!! i am normally the one doing the studying buuut i may make an exception for YOU willow!! ⸜(*ˊᗜˋ*)⸝ i have a lot of pet projects hmm let me rattle some off to you. once i stitched the head of an ant to the body of a cricket with the wings of a butterfly!!! ٩(◕‿◕)۶ it took a lot of precision and was only halfway successful it came to life for like five minutes and then died (＞ｍ＜) i dont really have my ONE BIG THING at the moment im pretty relatively new to mad science you know? though i’ve always been fascinated with apocalypses ＼(≧▽≦)／

[mischiefmanifold]

as someone who’s also afro-american and USES it/it’s pronouns, refusing to use someone’s pronouns is just. transphobic. even if it makes you uncomfortable it’s what they asked you to call them so the polite thing to do is respect their pronouns. if they use it for themself they clearly are comfortable being referred to like that, as long as it isn’t in a derogatory way.

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#pseudological #asks answered #I have nothing to add to this

[rotshop]

carefully hands you a tulle bc you asked for refs… feel free to ignore tho ofc /gen 💐

ohhh they look so so nice ...... holding them gently in the palm of my hand ,,, /pos

#art.jpeg #pseudological #asks

[blasphemousfungus]

Art Fight attack against @pseudological of their OC Merigon! That’s right, I’ve started making plushies for Art Fight, too! Merigon was the perfect grumpus to make first! 😄💕

#art fight #pseudological #bugsnax #grumpsona #plushies #homemade #crafts