#the teen wolf writers just suck at continuity

[nephilimeq]

Hey, I was just wondering what age you thought Derek was in season one? Cause it’s a heavily debated and unknown piece of information. Me personally I always thought he was 19 in the pilot, and this was before I had read anything about the writers wanting him to be that age in the pilot. It was just the way he acted, to me, it doesn’t seem like a mid-20s man. Also stiles says the fire happened “ like ten years ago” but then a few episodes later Peter says he’s been in a coma for 6 years. So I was just curious what you thought. Also stiles saying that is always made out to be taken as it literally happened exactly ten years ago, and people always bring it up but they never talk about how long Peter said it had been.

Sorry if this is long I just enjoy your blog and your thoughts. I wanted to share mine while also hearing it from your perspective. Hope you have a wonderful day, you deserve it!

This is a very tricky subject to handle, because the writers made mistakes in their own timeline so they switched things around.

But in the very first episode Stiles says that Derek is only a few years older than them. I always figured that Derek was around 19 in Season 1, while Stiles was 16.

The reason why they messed everything up so horribly is because they hadn't actually created a timeline for all the events when they started writing, and to me, it made the show feel like a fan fiction writer who was just making it up as they went and then all the reviewers were saying, "Hey, you have a few continuity errors," and instead of trying to make it work, they just made something up and didn't really try to go back and adjust anything.

There's a scene that happens when Stiles is asking Peter and Cora about Derek's past (Season 3, Episode 8 "Visionary"), and he is trying to find out how old they are, and this train wreck section of dialogue occurs:

Stiles: Okay, if Derek was a sophomore back then, how old was he? How old were you? ...How old are you now? Peter: Not as young as we could have been, but not as old as you might think. Stiles: Okay, that was frustratingly vague. How old are you? Cora: I'm seventeen. Stiles: See, that's an answer. That's how we answer people. Cora: Well, seventeen how you'd measure in years. Stiles: Alright, I'm just gonna drop it.

This dialogue made me so pissy when I heard it the first time because I knew that this was the writers' response to the viewers and fans. The fans are Stiles in this conversation, and the writers are Peter and Cora being purposely "frustratingly vague" in the hopes that we'll just "drop it", which a lot of us did because they wouldn't give us any straight answers.

They messed up and they know it.

In my head canon -- because it makes the most sense to me -- Derek is three years older than them. Canonically, Derek is actually only ten days older than me, as seen in this enhanced screencap right here (from Season 1, Episode 11, where Kate has him kidnapped and held up in chains):

So according to this he would have been around 22, about to turn 23 in the first season...but here's something to take into consideration. This driver's license isn't for California -- it's for New York. I have a theory that he got a professional fake I.D. so that he could do more jobs (such as bartending) while he was out of state.

Now, when Stiles mentions the fire was "like, ten years ago," I genuinely think that he was just generalizing. Derek was sixteen when Kate took advantage of him raped him, which means that the fire happened when Stiles was around twelve/thirteen (as he has a canonically April 8th birthday, so it all depends on the months).

Regarding anything Peter might have said...please remember that it has been firmly established in the show that Peter is an unreliable narrator. Stiles openly admits that to Cora in the previously mentioned Season 3, Episode 8, "Visionary".

A lot of these issues are because of the lack of consistency from the writers.

I think the biggest problem was when they cast a younger Peter and totally threw the timelines off, trying to make him only a few years older than Derek -- which he wasn't. Peter is Derek's uncle, for crying out loud! The man would have been in his late twenties, early thirties when Derek was a teen, barely looking any different than he does in the show...and yet the writers and producers thought that making him look almost like a teenager was the right call.

I do think it was a last ditch attempt to try and make Derek waaay older than Stiles because they didn't like the shipping -- but they had already established too much of their timeline at that point and simply messed up and didn't have the guts to admit it.

Simply put, I genuinely think Derek was nineteen and turned twenty during season one.

Hope that answers your questions, anon!

#teen wolf #teen wolf meta #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #npheq ask and answer #teen wolf ages #derek hale age #age difference #the teen wolf writers just suck at continuity #continuity #teen wolf continuity #continuity errors

[trollprincess]

Okay, so some of you might not know this because I did this before I returned to Tumblr from the bird site, BUT. Last year I dictated almost two entire books to my phone.

Let me explain. One of my jobs is a twelve-hour weekend night shift. Six PM to six AM Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, so thirty-six hours with the other four hours paid just as long as we do the entire weekend. I first took it so I could have the rest of the week off, and then proceeded to go back to work at dog camp those days. For the most part, over the last five years, I have only have Mondays completely off solely because that’s when my therapy sessions are.

Anyway, my weekend job is full-time, dog camp is part-time. The weekend job is factory work, making helmets, a lot of which are for the military. (Which, as a pacifist, I manage to stomach because hey, it’s just protective gear.) The thing is, like a lot of manufacturing work, it’s boring and repetitive. Think about how bored you are after five or so hours of an eight-hour shift. Now imagine it’s one o’clock in the morning, you still have five hours to work, and you would literally rather shove nails in your eyes than work. It sucks.

Meanwhile, my free time is spent trying to work at my third job (making @disasterarea-podcast) and attempting to work on getting published. I had all these grand ideas about getting traditionally published back in my twenties, and now I’m 46 and I’m struggling just to come up with any ideas at all a lot of the time. Three jobs doesn’t help. Depression and anxiety don’t help. So for a while there, I had terrible writer’s block when it came to my novels.

So last year, I decided to try something. I have these massive baby-pink noise-canceling Bluetooth gaming headphones with a mic which I wear to work. Why not try dictating a first draft to my phone? Obviously it wouldn’t be exact, since voice-to-text dictation isn’t perfect under the best of situations, and certainly not with loud factory noises around you. But I tried it on dictating notes for my podcast a few times and it worked pretty well, all things considered. And a bad first draft is still a first draft.

So I figured, fuck it, and one night I just started dictating a story off the top of my head. No preparation, no outlining, no worldbuilding - just pantsing HARD with nothing but an annoyance following a Teen Wolf rewatch and a resolution not to edit until after I churned out a first draft.

It took fifty-one days.

Eighty thousand words or so later, I had a dreadful first draft which needed an absolute fuckton of editing and continuity correction and character work. BUT I had a finished first draft of a novel. Which is something I hadn’t had in a good long while.

So I tried it again for NaNoWriMo. I got up to 65k words. So I won NaNoWriMo, but I put the story aside because I hit a bit of a wall. Still! That’s almost two full fiction manuscripts in one year, AND the nonfiction memoir I wrote about my road trip to disaster sites during the pandemic. 2022 was a good writing year.

So I did what I do with first drafts and put them aside for a while. I knew they were awful. I knew they needed a ton of work. And maybe that was a tad intimidating, which is why I only JUST picked up the NaNoWriMo first draft to work on it and finish it off. It’s queer, it’s got time travel, it’s got disasters. It is right up my fucking alley. I may be just a tiny bit obsessed with that story.

Unsurprisingly, going through it now is taking more than a little while. I sit down, I spend an hour working on it, I maaaaaaybe get two paragraphs polished. If that.

But the fact that I’m working on ANY fiction is kind of remarkable. And fingers crossed, maybe I can get this damn thing, and the other manuscript, AND my road trip book, finished and polished over the next year so I can submit the fuck out of them.

NOW. Someone send me a twenty-pound bag of rooibos vanilla chai and ten pounds of red licorice laces. Mama’s gonna need it. *cracks knuckles*

#writing

[jiangwanyinscatmom]

My only thing I will say that I got from this entire critique of Teen Wolf Movie: (Yes it sucked, Jeff Davis is a bad writer, just accept that, it's about the camp)

No, Stiles would not choose Derek or Lydia over Scott if it came down to it. As per character arcs and Stiles want of a "normal life" he can choose unlike the burden that was placed upon Scott when he was forcibly turned. He was able to leave that world of the supernatural unlike many of his friends. His relationship with Lydia would not last as Lydia, being part of the supernatural world would go back to it despite her fears and trauma and that continued forced supernatural connection she can find understanding with Scott who is similar in that circumstance.

Scott also would not want to put the burden of the supernatural upon his once best friend. Scott's needed acceptance was that he was no longer of that mundane world despite his yearning to be just Scott Mccall. He takes up the failed mantel that had been Derek's as a role-model, to Derek's son and is of the same age that Derek ended the series at. The cycle of ignorance is null now as they are adults doing better than the previous generation. The simplest point of the friendships between this group (this did not include Derek as an outsider to their found family in their youth) is that they are made aware that they are individual and forced responsibility is not the same as choice that they have control over and are allowed to have the foresight now of choosing what they want to be responsible for.

#teen wolf #it's trash #scott mccall #stiles stilinski #lydia martin #derek hale

[angelhummel]

I saw a post from a Seblaine page on Facebook saying Grant Gustin said he'll be willing to return to a Glee reboot, remake or reunion, then the post went on saying Darren would be the first to agree to that as well, then some comments hoping Kurt and Blaine divorce and Blaine dates Sebastian, it disgusted me, but it got me thinking... If there was some sort of reunion episode showing where are the characters in the future, I do believe Darren and Grant would return, however Idk if Chris would, thus making it possible for Ryan Murphy or whatever person to destroy Klaine, giving me ICarly reboot vibes, I get why Jennette doesn't wanna act again, but at the end of Sam & Cat there was a hint of Seddie only to be dismissed in this new ICarly where they're trying to make Creddie happen, anyway, do you think Chris would return to anything Glee related to play Kurt alongside Darren? And if not, are the writers really capable of making Seblaine canon? I'm literally afraid lol, canon married Klaine is the only thing we have against crazy Seblainers

Well I'm gonna disagree with you on that last part right off the bat lmao. I think we have way more than just married Klaine on our side. See: the entirety of canon Klaine

Honestly if they did do a reboot, I couldn't see Chris coming back. Unless maybe RM was very lightly involved and he got a good paycheck out of it. Maybe if they let him write another ep? Idk. It seems unlikely

But any idea of a reboot seems in incredibly poor taste. Chris probably wouldn't do it, I'm sure Dianna wouldn't do it, Naya couldn't do it... Kevin and Jenna probably would akljflksd. Amber, idk, I really don't know. If the general public hates s4-6 then they're going to hate a reboot that's just Rachel, Blaine, Tina, Artie, probably Sam, and fucking Sebastian lol. Like idk what you want me to do with that

Besides even if beyond all logic and taste they did actually go through with the reboot and beyond all sense and dignity they made Seblaine canon alfjdslkf... I would not give a fuck

How many people watched this new Teen Wolf movie and accepted it as the canon continuation of the series they loved?? Hopefully none bc that thing sounded like trash

They're making a new Avatar series about the original gaang, whomst I LOVE with my whole heart. If it sucks, I'm hitting the bricks, it's not my canon. Hell even some of the stuff that came up in Korra about the og gaang, I was like, "well that's just not true"

If for some reason a reboot came up and Seblaine was canon I would say "no it's not" and go on about my business. And I'm sure most other people would do the same lol. For all reasons necessary, not just a shitty ship happening

#glee #lol glee #asks #anonymous #gleeboot #anti seblaine #anti sebastian smythe #likeee idk #theyre already floundering for attention with that nasty ass surviving glee 'doc' or whatever it was called #so i dont think a gleeboot is in the works #if it was? #itd be bad #would i watch it? #fuck no #would anyone watch it? #maybe the seblaine fans and anyone else who likes watching car crashes happen in real time #count me out #hashtag not my canon

[florchuvila22]

Sorry it took so long, I been in a writer's block and I didn't want the story sucks. But here it is! I did my best. Hope you like it and stay slutty my friend.

@whiteneypinkk

★★★

Punishing the babysitter | Theo Reaken.

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Summary: you are Scott's sister and since he is very busy, he leaves you looking after Theo Raeken, who once tried to kill you all. You don't like him, he doesn't like you, but you can get along pretty well.

Warning: smut, unprotected sex, punishment, brat!reader, rough sex, dirty talk, edging, overstimulation, masturbation (f!receiving)

★★★

"I won't take care of him! I'm not a werewolf babysitter!" You shouted to Scott when he said that you had to take care of Theo. "Plus, I hate Theo Reaken"

"Yeah I know, but i need someone to take care of him while I'm out. Please, is my first date with Malia" he said making puppy eyes. "And besides, you already are a babysitter"

"Yeah! Of normal children, not freaking teen wolves!" You said making exaggerated gestures.

"I'll pay you, how much does it cost?" Scott gave up pulling out his wallet.

"For normal teen the cost is fifteen dollars the hour, but adding that he's a werewolf, the cost will be thirty dollars the hour" you said crossing your arms.

"And for being your brother..." he said trying to get a discount.

"Oh, sure! And how you are my brother and you know how much I hate him, de cost will be thirty-five dollars" he gave you the money reluctantly and you smile counting it. "Thanks bro, I love you!"

He walked out the kitchen, you went behind him. Theo was sat down on the couch.

"Wait, I have to stay here? With her?" He asked to Scott.

"I'm not so exited either" you said resting your shoulder in the door frame.

"Yes, with her, good bye" he left a kiss in your forehead and left.

"Bye!" You shouted before he left. You went to the couch and turned on the TV. Theo got up.

"Okay, I'm leaving" Theo said and walked towards the door.

"Okay, bye" you responded without looking away the screen.

"So you don't care if I leave?" He asked frowning. You were supposed to take care of him and now you were letting him go.

"Nope, I have my money, as long as they don't see you, I don't care" you rested your feet on the coffee table. "Before you leave, could you bring me the cereal in the cupboard of the kitchen?" He sighed and went to the kitchen and came back with the cereal box in his hand. He sat down next to you with the box in his hand and when you tried to take it he took it away from you.

"No, it's mine" he mocked eating the cereals.

"Wha- give it to me, you asshole!" You insulted him trying to take the box.

"No! I am the care one, you're the babysitter, the food is mine!" He pushed you away and took the TV remote.

"You're as ass" you said looking at the changing screen while he changed the channels. "God, how can you be so hateful?"

"It's one of my best qualities, don't you like it?" He tease. You sighed frustrated and went upstairs unto your room, slamming the door shut.

A few minutes passed when you heard a knock on your door. It didn't stopped until you shout a 'get in!' And Theo entered.

"What the hell do you want?" You asked from your bed.

"I'm hungry"

"Then, go and cook something to you. You're seventeen years old, you're not a child"

"But you are my babysitter, you have to cook something to me" he continued teasing. You sighed loosing all your patience.

"If I cook, I'll put poison in your food" you threatened him.

"I'll take the risk" you stood up and went to the kitchen with him behind you, whispering all the curses you knew.

"You had a dirty mouth, mini-McCall" he sat on the table.

"First, don't call me that; and second, I'm just fifteen minutes younger than Scott, I can swear as much as I want, and you also don't care if I have a 'dirty mouth'" he was about to said a double meaning joke, "and yes, yes I know how bad that sounded" you said taking ham, cheese and mayonnaise of the fridge "do you like mayonnaise?" You asked him taking bread from the cupboard.

"What kind of weirdo doesn't like it?"

"I don't like it" you started making him a sandwich. "Idiot" you whispered for your own self.

"Hey, I heard that!" He complained.

"I know." You gave him the plate with tha sandwich and you putted everything in its place. "Eat and shut up"

"Why are you being so bratty with me?" He laughed sourly.

"Because you made my friend kill my brother. Is that enough explanation for you?" You asked sarcastically.

He putted the food aside and approached to you intimidating. You stay still with your arms crossed. "You should be grateful with me" he said looking deeply at your eyes.

"Oh really? A-and for what exactly?" You were mad at him. Maybe he gave you the supernatural abilities you had now, but you couldn't help hate him.

"Thanks to me you're what you are now. Thanks to me you're stronger. Thanks to me you're more powerful. Thanks to me you're better". You slapped him in the face, but his smirk didn't go away instead he chuckled. "You shouldn't do that" he started walking slow forwards to you until the back of your thighs.

"I'm not gonna thank you for anything. I didn't asked for this power. What you did was kill me and resuscitate me. I prefer Peter a thousand times before you"

"Oh yeah?" He said looking at your lips and approaching his face to yours slowly. His hands were on your sides, so you couldn't escape.

"Y-yeah" you said starting to get nervous because of his closeness.

"You're being such a brat and brats get punished" he whispered making you shiver.

"You're gonna punish me? You would not dare"

Yeah, you hated him. But you had to admit that he was really, really hot. And the idea of him punishing you that way turned you on.

"Don't dare me, sweetie" he whispered again grabbing your hips and pulling them closer to his. You could feel a bulge getting harder and harder.

"You don't scare me" you putted your hand on his nape and chuckled, "you just make me laugh"

He turned you around roughly and your chest hitted on the table. His cock was pressing in your ass. You arched your back to feel him better. He groaned.

"You'll regret that" he whispered in your ear. He unbuttoned your jeans, "can I..."

"Yes" you said without thinking. "Yes, please, just do it" you begged.

"God, look at you, you are pathetic" he laughed of you pulling your pants down painfully slow.

"I'm not pathetic" he appreciated your black panties for a moment, "you are the pathetic here. Staring at the ass of your babysitter. God that's-" you couldn't finished because he slapped your ass, making you whimper.

"I'm the pathetic one?" He slapped the other cheek, you moaned in the perfect mix of pleasure and pain, "but who's moaning and enjoying is you", another slap on your ass. This time harder, making you roll your eyes back.

"Reaken, stop teasing" you cried.

He turned you around again and sat you up in the table, getting between your legs. "You've been a really," he took out one of your shoes, "really," good bye to the other one, "bad" he pulled from the ankles of your pants and threw them away. "And what happens with brats like you?" He placed his hands on your waist and started slipping them up under your top.

"They get punished" you purr and raised your arms up so he could take your t-shirt off.

"Exactly" he looked at your bra, this one matched with your panties.

"Please Theo, touch me" you pleaded. He tore your underwear in two and pushed a finger into your pussy and let it still. You moved your hips a little but his other hand stopped you.

"Do you really think you deserve it?" He pumped his finger a few times, "a brat like you?" He asked arrogantly, pumping faster.

He added another digit and you opened your legs more, throwing your head back in pleasure. You heard him laugh and he curled his fingers, touching the sweet spot of yours. You moaned loudly.

His other hand placed on your low back and pushed you closer to him. You putted your hand on his nape and kissed him roughly, exploring every inch of his mouth and letting him do the same. Your legs curled around his waist to pull him even closer, but it was almost impossible. His fingers went faster and your legs started shaking, you couldn't believe that he pushed you near to your orgasm that fast.

Your head dropped in his shoulder and you hugged him trying to stay in earth and don't fly to heaven. This felt so good.

"Are you close, babe?" You only could moan in response. ""Well, it's a shame because..." he took his fingers out of you making you move your hips in search for friction. "... I have to punish you"

"Theo..." you moaned, "please, I'm sorry, I just wanna cum" you cried, you had already lost your orgasm and you could feel your pussy beating for that.

"I know you're sorry, but you have to learn a lesson" he said proud of himself, and before you could say something else, he took your right erect nipple in his mouth and started sucking hard, his tongue swirled around it and your hand went to his nape.

His other hand, which was covered with your juices, went his way up to your left breast, massaging it and pinching the nipple.

"Mmm" you hummed at the feeling, "God" you sighed rolling your eyes back. Your pussy aching for de lack of friction, your hand going to your pussy, hoping he wouldn't notice it. Your fingers throbbed your pussy and you gasped, he chuckled and putted his hand on top of yours and pushed it so you felt more pleasure.

He kissed all the way up to your ear and whispered, "c'mon, do it faster, know you want to" sending shivers for your spine, you nodded and throbbed faster. "Yeah, like that"

Both of his hands went to your boobs and squeezed them, looking at you amused for your pleasure expressions. His lips catched yours one more time. The kiss was wild, your teeth crashing, tongues swirling and saliva almost dripping from your both mouths. Your hips rocking against nothing.

Your fingers slipped inside your core, plunging fast and curling them to touch your g-spot, palming your clit in every plung. He smirked in the kiss, smelling that you were close again.

"Theo, I'm close" you hummed in the kiss, trying to breath. "Let me cum, please, please, please, let me cum" you cried out.

"Sorry babe" he pushed your hand off your pussy, making you lose another orgasm. You pressed your thighs together as a reflex.

"Fuck, Theo. If you keep doin' that I swear I'll vo to my bedroom and finish it by myself" you said leaning your head back.

"Oh, really? But there are things that I can do and you can't" he said caressing your thighs, pulling them apart gently and kneeling before you. His hot breath hitting your wet pussy. "So wet, babe?" You hummed in response. "I have so many things in mind that I could do to you right now" he groaned hoarsely looking at your eyes from down.

He gave a big lick all over your pussy, tasting your sweetness and moaning against your clit, making you moan. He sucked your clit hard, your hand went directly to his hair, pushing him forwards. He grabbed your ass and squeezed it before plunging his tongue inside you. You could feel his tongue going in and out your pussy, his moans sending vibrations through your spine.

Your head dropped back, you were a whimper, moaning mess. "You like it?" He asked replacing his tongue with two of his fingers, "do you like me licking and sucking your thigh, wet pussy?" His self-proud smile never disappear.

"Mm-hmm" you hummed in response, whimpering when he pumped faster, always hitting your g-spot. You were too sensitive for being edge so many times, your muscles tensed. He started sucking your clit again but harder, making you cry and moan loud. Hope the neighbors didn't hear you. "Please theo, please! Let me cum this time!" You shouted.

"Will you be a good girl?" He asked against your core.

"Yes! I'll be a good girl butlease just let me cum!". He didn't say anything, he just kept sucking, licking and pumping. Your legs tangled around him as you came hard into his mouth.

He stood up and kissed you. You could taste your own sweetness, but you didn't care either. Your legs hugged his waist, letting you feel his hard-rock cock, he groaned. "Theo" you sighed in his ear.

"What?" He groaned in response.

"Fuck me like the bad bitch I was" that was all he needed to strip his pants just enough to be able to get his cock out. Separating your legs and pounding into you, making you scream in pleasure. Your legs shook for the intrusion. "God..."

"What? Is it too big to you? Can't you take it?" He asked searching your eyes. You were looking down, how his dick was inside of you. He took your chin and made you look him, "cause I can take out if you-"

"No" you interrupted him and he chuckled at it. "Don't take it out. I can take it" you moaned moving your hips in circles.

"You sure?" You nodded, "need you to talk, babe"

"Fuck, yeah! I'm sure! Now fuck me or I'll find to do it" you whimpered and he moved back so only the tip stay inside, then he pounded into you, taking a fast speed. Thrusting into you fast and hard, grabbing you by your legs.

You took him by the neck with your both hands and kissed him roughly, your teeth crashed from the movements you made. Your breaths were mess up. His mouth went his way down to your neck, kissing and leaving hickeys everywhere he could.

"My brother... he's-" you moaned interrupting your own words. You were trying to tell him that Scott will notice the bruises. "He's gonna notice- fuck!"

"I know and I don't care" his thrusts got faster. You didn't know how, but his thrusts got faster. His tongue swirling on your nipples, your right hand on his nape, pulling his hair. Your left hand was rested in the table to support your weight.

Your legs started shaking again, "Theo..." you warned. You were close and he knew it. "Theo, I'm close"

"I know, me too" he moaned hoarsely, thrusting sloppy. His forehead rested on yours as you felt his dick twitching and your pussy tightened around him. "Fuck!" He groaned, Comming all inside of you, making you squirt as he cum.

"Oh, lord!" You moaned, almost shouting, in pleasure. This was the first time you've squirted, you tried, but you never could since now. "Oh, lord..." you repeated sighing.

"God," he sighed looking the mess you both make with a smirk. "I can hear Scott and Malia coming"

"Yeah, me too" you looked at him, "we have to clean this.

"I know" he grabbed you by the waist and took all the pain from you. Pain that you didn't realize you had since then. "Better?"

"Better" you stood up while he adjusted his pants, "shit"

"What?" He looked at you, thinking that you were hurt, "are you ok?" He asked worried.

"I am fine, but my panties are not" you said taking the two pieces of the floor.

"Yeah... sorry about that" he smiled guilty.

"It doesn't matter. Clean this, I'm gonna grab anothers" you say taking all your clothes.

"Got it" he said looking how you went upstairs.

He cleaned everything and went to the livingroom, sitting on the couch. You ran down and sat next to him, just in time to Scott and Malia to see you sitting together when they entered.

"Hey, guys! Did you have fun?" You asked.

"Yes. Yes, we had" Malia responded.

"Cool" Theo smiled.

"And, apparently you too" he pointed to the TV and Nalia laughed. Theo and you looked at each other terrified and then you looked at the TV. There was an adult's movie, it haven't volume so you didn't noticed.

"Oh, no! We didn't- we weren't- we... we were just watching and the scene comes" you tried to say. Theo just stared at you with a smile. "We didn't- no" you were nervous, but neither Scott and Malia noticed it, just Theo.

"We're going upstairs, to my room" Scott said.

"And what about me?!" Theo yelled at Scott.

"You can sleep in the couch!" Heresponded and closed the door.

"We won't be able to sleep, aren't we?" Theo said.

"Nope"

"Okay"

#theo raeken smut #theo reaken #theo reaken x reader #teen wolf #teen wolf smut #bratty #punishment #one shot #theo raekan imagine

[blues-valentine]

A long rant about teen wolf because why not (finale + stalia)

I’m here watching old episodes of TW and i’m still trying to understand why last season sucked and it’s simply because it destroyed and minimized so many great relationships in order to force Stiles + Lydia at the end. I roll my eyes every time people pull the "they were a slow burn" card because you can tell the writing wasn’t going to go there anymore.

Lydia and Stiles had the typical manic pixie girl dynamic and nice guy syndrome trope for 2 seasons, and it doesn’t matter how many scenes you pull out, it wasn’t reciprocated romantically because Lydia on season 3 was obviously falling in love with Aiden. That awful panic attack kiss happened on 3A season finale and it should’ve worked as a catalyst for romantic feelings through out season 3B but it didn’t — they continued Lydia’s romantic plot with the twin and the kiss wasn’t mentioned nor did it seem to impact them differently. As I said in an old post, the only way I could’ve believed them romantically would’ve been starting off their romantic development on season 3 after Stiles outgrew the nice guy syndrome and they started to have a mutual friendship but the only thing it did was solidify Lydia with Aiden. Also, you can tell that the writers were going to set up Stiles with a romantic interest all season 3. They were trying it with Cora Hale until Adelaide Kane had to leave the show for Reign so they wrote her off. They moved on introducing Malia on 3B, and funny enough, her plot gets immediately linked to Stiles. 3B could’ve been the perfect set up for a Stdia romance but they didn’t do it.

As opposed to what people think, Stiles and Malia had a solid start. Stiles being the only one that could understand Malia even in her coyote form and having this need to protect her. Malia immediately acting as a catalyst for Stiles' nogitsune multiple times and just the nogitsune understanding right away that Stiles was attached to Malia and could use her to get him. Malia waking Stiles up from the nogitsune. Their relationship ever since it started has been about understanding and dealing with the guilt of the things you do when you don’t have control of your own body. You can tell right away in the Echo House episode that Malia is extremely loyal by nature and she saw Stiles as someone she could trust. They were in a very weird situation and found confort in each other.

Season 4 to me just completely solidified their relationship. It was a season were you could tell both Stiles and Malia need each other strongly and even if the "i love you" was never spoken it was pretty much understood in context. Stiles was really to leave his jet to search after Malia. People saying Stiles never loved Malia are delusional. "I’ll never leave you behind" was their own version of i love you. We saw both Stiles and Malia going through a fight that made them stronger. Malia felt integrated to the pack and as part of Stiles' family. We saw a Stiles terrified of the idea of losing her. Stiles for the first time had someone that would put him first, that appreciated his efforts. We know he couldn’t sleep without her. The show made it clear how serious their relationship was by making Stiles become Malia's anchor and help her in her during full moon. By S4, there wasn’t even a mention of Stdia as a romantic pairing and all of their scenes were platonic at best.

The Stiles and Malia "break up" on season 5 was so strange because it made not sense character and plot wise. Stiles being mad about Malia knowing he killed Donovan and at her for saying "it didn’t matter to me" and proceeding to dump her without explanations doesn’t make sense because Stalia's whole relationship was about accepting the bad parts of each other and giving themselves a break to deal with trauma and emotions. Malia didn’t care about it not because death or killing wasn’t important to her but because she understands the person Stiles is and was giving him space to come clean. We are talking about the same Malia that was scared on season 4 about being a monster like Peter and was still dealing with the guilt for the things she did as a coyote. The Stiles and Malia they showed us would’ve talked about it and overcome it together. The season started with both Stiles and Malia speaking about their future together. We saw Stiles being terrified of Malia hurting herself — and he dumped her because she knew him the best (?). Then you have a cheap line about Stiles always liking Lydia by season finale said by Kira of all people (that wasn’t even there until 3B) and it was also an episode in which they made up an excuse so they won’t have Malia in the episode with the group so they could pull that fan-service when we know Malia would never leave Stiles or the pack alone when she’s needed, especially not in Echo House, a place she knows well. In fact, Stiles not caring about Malia and what she was going through with her mom on season 5 was extremely out of character. It’s the same Stiles that set up a clues board without Malia knowing to find her mother in the first place.

Season 6 was the nail in the coffin for me. Arden Cho/Kira gets written off because apparently "Kira's story line has wrapped up" according to the writers which was so weird because she was the character with the strongest background and so much could've been done with her relationship with Scott but they needed her out of the way to sell the season. The whole memory wipe of Stiles from everyone’s memory (except Lydia) was such a forced way for the writers to throw a romance between Scott and Malia now with Kira out. That relationship was weird especially when it was established Malia considered Stiles as basically her one pair (like a mate) and there was never a romantic inclination between them expect for pack member and leader. I said it before and will said it again, forcing the "Lydia is a banshee and that’s why she was the only one to remember him" was so they could force Stdia on the audience and you can tell served as a way to revisionist the way their interactions were portrayed before. Lydia being so magically in love with Stiles was sudden and fake. Most importantly, the season did a huge disservice to the heart of the show: the friendship between Scott and Stiles. Scott should’ve been the one to remember Stiles. His best friend, his family, a member of his pack. That would’ve given the show a nice full circle moment — but offering ship fan service was more important.

#needed to voice this out #teen wolf #scott mccall #stiles stilinski #lydia martin #malia hale #malia tate #kira yakimura #scira #stalia #anti stydia #text post

[rafaelblackbird15]

Teen Wolf Fic Recs Part 2: Steter

It took me quite awhile to gather all these together, so please enjoy discovering more parts to the incredible world of Teen Wolf, provided to you by the wonderful writers of our fandom.

Leave comments and kudos for these writers if you can, they really deserve it, they're wonderful. And it's my honour to try and share their creations with tumblr.

These are Steter, Stiles Stilinski/Peter Hale fanfictions. Read them at your will. Check the tags on the actual fics for warnings and such.

I have included links to authors that write a lot of Steter as well, and some of their fics for examples. I'm sorry this post got so long, haha, but enjoy the stories, they're worth it.

If any of the links don't work, just comment and I'll fix it.

Check out my other Sterek fic recs [Part 3] and [Part 4] and Steter fic recs [Part 1]

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Broken Bones and Broken Bonds by twothumbsandnostakeincanon(somanyofthekids) on Archive of Our Own

Words: 20148

Chapters: 4/?

Summary:

Stiles kind of wished that he’d at least tried weed before this. 

Or something, you know? Maybe taken up a graffiti hobby, or even just skateboarded in front of City Hall often enough to get a citation. 

He wished he’d done something to be deserving of the looks people gave him now, rather than just being the recipient of his dead father’s unused power. 

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Stigmata by twothumbsandnostakeincanon (somanyofthekids) on Archive of Our Own

Words: 1661

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

He feels so hollow that he almost wonders if he's been turned inside out. This emptiness he feels; is it the vastness of the entire world?

How do you fill a world? With people, he supposes. But his people no longer want him.

He needs people.

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Beefcake Mountain by twothumbsandnostakeincanon(somanyofthekids) on Archive of Our Own

Words: 14565

Chapters: 7/7

Summary:

Shortly after moving back to Beacon Hills, the left hand of the Hale Pack opened a text from a mysterious number.

"Is there a mirror in your pants? Because I can see myself in them."

What the f—

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Steter Week 2019 by twothumbsandnostakeincanon(somanyofthekids)

Works: 4

Complete: No

Summary:

There isn't a summary listed so I've included the first fic underneath:

Marvelous Miss and Magnificent Mischief by twothumbsandnostakeincanon(somanyofthekids)

Words: 3346

Chapters: 1/1

also Part 1 of the Magnificent Mischief series

Summary:

“Marvelous Miss and the Magnificent Mischief!” the carnival barker shouted just outside the corridor with all the food tents. “Come see Miss Paige do amazing tricks with her talking raven! He not only speaks, but he jokes! He teases! He philosophizes!”

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Author: twothumbsandnostakeincanon(somanyofthekids)

This author has a lot of wonderful Steter fics, and their writing of the pairing is really worth having a good look through.

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Blood Runs Cold by Smalls2233 on Archive of Our Own

Words: 111408

Chapters: 22/22

Summary:

“So then why are we letting Scott and Derek search for it if you know it's useless?”

Peter looked down at Stiles and cocked his head with a grin. “Because I think seeing my nephew and your best friend run around like headless chickens while I think up a plan is hysterical.”

“And the plan is…?”

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Trusting Peter Hale is something that Stiles had repeatedly told himself to never do. He had seen first hand the results of Peter's plans and schemes, but when a shadow began tormenting Beacon Hills, he found that sometimes he'd have to to play along with Peter's games.

This story does include a dose of Chris&Stiles interaction about midway and carries on throughout, and then Chris/Peter towards the midend, which also carries on. And it kind of dissolves into Chris/Peter/Stiles. If that's not your taste, that's fine, because the majority of the story is Stiles/Peter, and that majority is really really good Steter.

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No One Listening Tonight by Smalls2233

Words: 6985

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

That left… well it left Peter and only Peter. Relying on Peter for help was only slightly better than stabbing himself through the eye with a hot poker. But desperate times called for desperate measures.

Of course, there was always the option of packing up and letting whatever was trying to destroy the town succeed this time. Stiles snorted under his breath as he thought about how that would probably leave him with fewer injuries than dealing with Peter would. But unfortunately, that wasn’t an option. Stiles knew he needed to head downtown to Peter’s apartment and pray the man was willing to work with him.

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Stiles stumbles into a magical trap forged by a wannabe warlock.

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Author: Smalls2233

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Blue by Wynnebat on Archive of Our Own

Words: 3179

Chapters: 2/2

Summary:

Derek brings both Scott and Stiles to the hospital to prove a point about hunters, but Stiles isn’t sure the point he’s getting is the point Derek’s trying to make. Especially when his black and white world explodes into color the moment he looks into Peter Hale’s eyes.

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The Long Way Around by Wynnebat on Archive of Our Own

Words: 15569

Chapters: 3/3

Summary:

When Peter leaves Beacon Hills for good, he expects that to be it for the broken bonds of the last remaining members of the Hale pack. Fate and Stiles Stilinski aren’t of the same opinion.

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Prowl by Wynnebat on Archive of Our Own

Words: 3454

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

Laura's body is never found, but instead of continuing with his murder spree, Peter gets distracted by the scent of his mate. Stiles gets very distracted by the huge wolf that starts showing up at his house all the time.

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Author: Wynnebat

This author writes some really interesting, deep stories about Steter that are really beautiful.

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your last white lie (everything is not alright) by snowdarkred on Archive of Our Own

Words: 4023

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

Stiles says yes, and things go downhill from there.

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reflect by snowdarkred on Archive of Our Own

Words: 569

Chapters: 1/1

Part 1 of the dig your teeth in and tear until you taste (peter/stiles oneshots) series

Summary:

(previously posted to tumblr)

When he dreams, he can sometimes still hear his mother’s voice, explaining it to him: Reflections are the price we pay for what we are.

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sentire by snowdarkred on Archive of Our Own

Words: 1027

Chapters: 1/1

Part 2 of the dig your teeth in and tear until you taste (peter/stiles oneshots) series

Summary:

[to feel]

Stiles hears the whisper of death before it strikes.

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Author:

snowdarkred

This author writes some really intense, interesting stories about Peter and Stiles. Not as long as some fics are, but they're really good adaptions of Steter with a lot of feeling.

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The Striking Complication by aurevell on Archive of Our Own

Words: 27235

Chapters: 4/15

Summary:

The smile slips off Stiles’s face. “Hey, um. Why am I here?” he asks, voice unsteady. “I’m—I have this weird feeling like I shouldn’t leave you. I’ve felt all day like...” He can’t finish the thought.

Peter looks as surprised as Stiles feels. A strange expression passes over his face, there and gone before Stiles can decipher it.

Stiles snaps awake each morning with the sense that he’s missing something. Weirder still, he can’t wrap his head around his sudden, inexplicable trust in Peter Hale, who seems to know way more than he’s letting on. Nor can he guess why a half-remembered nightmare seems to haunt his every move.

Rinse and repeat. Because time loops suck, apparently.

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Author: aurevell

This author has 11 Teen Wolf fics under their belt. 5 Sterek and 6 Steter. Happy rummaging!

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the teeth right down to the blood by sazzafraz on Archive of Our Own

Words: 2133

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

‘We’re pretty fucked right now.’ Scott says. Stiles doesn’t speak but there’s something singing in his bones that says Scott got the message anyway. (In which both are bit and things are gruesome.)

This has a sprinkling of Scott/Stiles, Scott/Stiles/Peter, and Scott/Allison as well as Steter, but it's worth the read, a good story with an interesting concept.

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Author: sazzafraz

This author doesn't have that many Steter stories, although they do have a few. Although they do have some pretty lengthy Teen Wolf fics about other characters of the show.

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Everything goes (wow) by midmorning_bomb on Archive of Our Own

Words: 8215

Chapters: 5/5

Part 1 of the Aranea & Babewolf series

Summary:

It was supposed to go like this:

1. Peter summons demon to the circle.

2. Demon remains in said circle until Peter outlines their contract.

3. Demon agrees to elegantly crafted contract, becoming loyally bound to Peter and Peter alone.

Instead, the creature steps casually out of the circle, tosses its things onto the leather sofa, and starts immediately meddling in Peter’s immaculate space, touching all of Peter’s very expensive things.

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It's only by midmorning_bomb on Archive of Our Own

Words: 2905

Chapters: 3/5

Part 2 of the Aranea & Babewolf series

Summary:

“Darling, please don’t pout.”

“You’re pouting.” Stiles pouts, from the upper corner of the library, everything from his hip bones down an angry mass of hissing fangs and venomous chelicerae. “Why would we ever go back to that garbage town? Everyone there is the worst, the only good thing is the very rad and awesome curse I laid.”

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You are a memory by midmorning_bomb on Archive of Our Own

Words: 900

Chapters: 1/1

Part 2 of the Little glimpse series

Summary:

If he has to bleed to breathe warmth back into Peter’s icy body, he will.

Because Peter’s done the same for him.

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Author: midmorning_bomb

This author has 16 Steter fics. A little unfriendly to some of the other characters, but it's only kind of obvious because it's not subtle about it, and not exactly underserved. Has some really interesting ideas as well as some kind, well developed Steter. Definitely have a read through.

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#steter fic rec #steter #stiles x peter #peter x stiles #peter and stiles #stiles and peter #teen wolf #fanfiction #fic rec #fic recs #teen wolf fic rec #stiles/peter #peter/stiles #ian bohen #dylan o'brien #teen wolf fandom #fandom #fanfic #the hales #peter hale #peter hale and stiles stilinski #stiles stilinski #stiles pairing #stiles ship

[bbwoulfc]

We Rise With the Moon Sneak Peek

There is so many things I have on my list to complete. However, I know I have other fics to finish, but half of those are just simple random ones to release stress.  Though, I’ve been working on this particular fic for some time and I felt the need to share a small bit.  It is a Lukanette fic, a nice change from my other popular LS fic, Instincts Sucks.  But I would love nothing more than feedback of what you think. Like any writer, we sometimes feel nervous whether people would like what we write.  I hope you enjoy the little glimpse I share with you. Time to bring in some Wolf!Luka and Wolf/Witch Hybrid Marinette!

She found herself wandering the Parisian forests again.  The crunching of the fallen leaves breaking below her feet as she walked along the invisible forest’s path.  

Everything felt so similar yet different at the same time.  Brushing her fingers along the barks of the tree, the moisture of the moss and vines cold to the touch.  The everlasting glow of the moon casting as her only source of light through the mighty evergreen sanctuary surrounding her.  The overbearing silence was the only thing greeting her the more she wandered.  However...it felt...welcoming somehow; she felt at peace and belonging.

It felt like a part of home though she never once set foot within the forest.  At least not this deep within.  Only ever near the boundary’s edge where the city was mere feet away.

Perhaps that was the reason for the magical pull Marinette has felt since she was a teen.  Spending years avoiding the longing pull of the magical force to finally have it come back at full strength.  The unavoidable calling that her witchling instincts have all but ignored.  

Throughout her childhood, the Coven had told her and her parents that she was to be a witch of great power.  Her magic aura surging as one of uniqueness, possessing an unknown quality that was viewed as typical hints of those categorized as prodigies.

As much as she’s heard that term many times, nobody knew her most struggling secret.  The Covens may see her abilities as magnificent and outstanding, but that was only during the day.  No one has ever seen her magic when the sun disappeared below the horizon.  The way her magic became unpredictable and sometimes uncontrollable.  

How could someone like herself be in control perfectly fine during the day but be the opposite at night?

The eighteen-year-old witchling heaved a sigh as she continued to walk, weaving through the thickened trees and bushes.  It wasn’t till she came to a wide-open clearing that she came to a halt.

Open grass surrounded by a barrier of trees formed into a perfect circle.  The magical essence radiated differently within the clearing.  A sense of serenity.  Perhaps the witness of the moon glowing above the open area added to the serenity.  Or maybe the sister moon and mother earth decided to provide areas of magical harmony where any magical creature can feel calm and peace.

Pushing away from the shadows of the tree line, Marinette crossed the line of shadow meeting moonlight.  Entering the circular open forest clearing, the raven-haired witchling took a deep inhale of the air around her.  The air was seemingly lighter, relaxing.

Walking towards the center of the clearing, Marinette felt a light breeze surge around her.  The magical aura welcoming her presence.  It felt…

It had a sense of home.

The snapping of branches and fallen twigs on the forest floor brought Marinette’s attention towards the opposite side of the forest.  Listening to the rustling within, she stood patiently and quietly.  Staring towards the area of the noise, Marinette caught little glimpses of a glowing orb object bouncing through the breaks of trees.

Squinting, the small reflective glow grew closer until a familiar creature emerged from the shadows.  The same black wolf, fur as dark as a moonless night, and the brightest blue eyes like an untamed ocean.  Blues eyes that still displayed the sense of longing when he gazed at her.  A werewolf she started to meet in her sleep where the boundaries between dimensions held no bound.

As the wolf pushed forward in her direction, she forgot how big he stood compared to a modern wolf.  He easily stood two heads taller than her when he stood at full height.  Marinette was sure he either stood to the height of her father or perhaps even a slight bit taller. 

Their gaze never wavered from one another until he met her in the middle.  

As the werewolf came to a stop, Marinette felt the hum inside her head.  Closing her eyes, she allowed the bridge of communication seep through when she heard a soothing, familiar deep voice, “mo ghealach”.   

Wanting to reach out to him like always, Marinette stretched her hand out to rest on the soft, dark fur.  The moment her hands graced the surface of his fur, her vision went black.

Blinking, Marinette’s vision of the Parisian forests disappeared and the familiar surroundings of bedroom walls stood before her view.  Like always, the comfort and pull of the forest were lost, and retreated back to the barriers of her own mind.  The longing to be back with the wolf hurt more than having woken up in the early hours of morning.

A/N: “Mo Ghealach” is My Moon in Scottish Gaelic. Not sure if it’s really true but I’m going along with it. Cuz yes, I will go to my grave that Luka will always be half Scottish if I have anything to say about it. 

#ml fic #We Rise With the Moon fic #luka couffaine #marinette dupain cheng #lukanette #wolf!luka #werewolf!luka #wolf!marinette #witch!marinette #werewolf #witch #fantasy au #bbwoulf #bbwoulf fic #sneak peek #fic sneak peek #luka x marinette

[thescrapbookingscientist]

Weekly Media Roundup

- Turning Red (Movie) - I don’t have much to say about this one, it was cute and wholesome, though a bit over the top, with some nice animation. I’m glad I watched it once, not really interested in seeing it again. Bonus points for featuring Red Pandas though, they’re some of the cutest animals.

- Teen Wolf (TV) - Finished the third season and took a possibly permanent break. While I did enjoy this mostly 60% attention show and was actually impressed by how compelling the second half of the 3rd season was, I can’t say I’m super invested in the story moving forward, especially as I hear it only goes downhill from here. I’m on the fence about whether to continue, it’s been a real mixed bag. On one hand, I like the lore (when they handle it well), the relationships between the cast and their parents is genuinely heartwarming for this kind of show, I do think the central characters have a pretty good comradery, Stiles, Lydia, and Kira are all pretty fun characters, and I appreciate the effort they put into the style of the show, even if the budget doesn’t always let them get away with a lot. On the other hand, a lot of characters (particularly women and POC ones) are written pretty flatly or just not given much to do or just plain written out the second they stop serving a narrative function for the main boys, the effects are still lacking with not a lot of interesting monster designs, the villains are mostly awful and keep getting written back in despite all logic, and it’s hard to stay invested in the danger when the writers keep making up new werewolf abilities on the fly. I did have fun though.

- Inside Job (TV) - Binged two new series this week, this Netflix conspiracy comedy being one of them. I really enjoyed this -Reagan was a great relatable protagonist, there were tons of fun/clever jokes, I like the secret world government setting and how over the top it is, and they canonically killed Jeff Bezos and Mark Zuckerberg so like, Good for them. That being said there were a few issues, I wasn’t fond of the “guy with many disorders is only stable when on tons of illegal drugs” bit, the characters could be a bit too mean spirited to really make their emotional moments work at times, and as much as I like Reagan, I do wish we got more screentime with any of the other characters so that I could say I liked them more.  We’ll see how the second season goes, but for now this was admittedly the funniest thing I’ve watched in awhile. 

-Deltarune Chapter 2 (Video Game) - Finally got around to this, it was definitely really cute with lots of great funny writing and characters, though we still have a lot of the story to go. The Queen was of course the highlight, I love everything about her and hope she still plays a part in the 3rd chapter. 

-The Magnus Archives (Podcast) - Yup.

-Pokemon Legends Arceus (Video Games) - Still appreciating the memes and fanart for this one. Loving all the Ingo memes, it is indeed very funny that there’s a random amnesiac 21st century New Yorker smack dab in the middle of Feudal Japan. I hope this never gets explained, I’d like to think this was God’s mistake that they will not acknowledge or fix.

-Moriarty The Patriot (Anime) - Wanted a background anime to watch so I decided to binge this randomly selected Sherlock Holmes adjacent one, managed to complete the whole thing. I do appreciate the concept of “Rich people suck actually and maybe the guy helping poor people get away with crimes of revenge is actually pretty cool”, though I do think the anime was a bit more concerned with making sure all the main characters were pretty, shippable anime boys than like. Actual class warfare. Clearly, I liked it enough to at least finish it, and I will say I enjoyed this version of Irene as a (genderfluid?) spy who received their own development and narrative outside of Holmes, though many of the individual stories didn’t hold my attention very well. Also the episode where the child protagonist and his brothers murder a whole family and their child then burn down their mansion and this was framed as a wholly good thing to do was. Surreal. To say the least. I’m glad I watched it but I wouldn’t really recommend it to anyone who isn’t interested in Holmes-esque stories or Pretty anime boys.

-Last Week Tonight (TV) - Don’t have anything to say but glad it’s back.

-Danganronpa (Video Game) - Still watching the playthrough.

Listening to: What I Need by Hayley Kiyoko, Karma by AJR, Can’t Feel My Face by The Weekend, Encanto Soundtrack, Better Days by The Goo Goo Dolls, A Good Song Never Dies by Saint Motel, Margaritaville by Jimmy Buffett, Angel In Blue Jeans by Train, Hard Times by Paramore, Like Real People Do by Hozier

#weekly roundup #My posts

[jerisch]

Comrade-in-arms

A commission I got from @writer-ofstuff​, involving Derek from Teen Wolf,kinks warning: Feet and musk.

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Derek walked I to the new bar and grill restaurant thar had recently opened up in Beacon Hills. He was suppose to meet Stiles here for the two to have a date night, only Stiles was running late thanks to his shift at work going into overtime thanks to his co-worker calling in that they would be late.

Derek took a moment to admire how nice the place looked, he glanced to the bar, heading over there to wait for Stiles since it was close to the door, that way he can look over the menu and decide what he would like to order once his boyfriend got here.

He sits there alone for a few minutes, his attention focused on the menu when he feels a presence behind him. Before Derek could turn around, strong hairy arms wrap around his torso and Derek is pulled into the embrace of a large sweaty torso, making Derek shudder with surprise and disgust, his nose hit with a strong foul musk that makes Derek want to shove the random man away from him.

"Drew? Why didn't you tell me you were back in town?" Exclaimed a deep voiced man, sounding excited that Derek is his friend.

Derek stands up and pulls away, looking at the guy. He has a short crew cut style hair cut, his muscles filled out his grey v-neck fairly nicely, almost looking painted on this brutes well sculpted body. His armpits are stained with sweat and Derek can see tufts of chest hair peeking out of the v-neck's collar. He even has a few dog tags around his neck, making Derek wonder if he was in the military or knew someone who was.

The man's face was rugged, looking to be a couple years older than Derek with a good few days worth of scruff coating his strong jawline. His brown eyes made him think of Stiles's eyes, only this guys seemed to be a lighter shade of brown, in the lighting at least.

"Oh shit, sorry man. Confused you for a good friend of mine." The guy apologies sheepishly.

"It's fine, really don't worry about it." Derek says. He doesn't want to be rude, but Derek isn't too pleased with this guy standing so close to him so he is forced to smell this guys strong musk. Derek is almost impressed with how strong it is given the fact they are in a restaurant and it is cutting through the smell of all the food, drinks, and other restaurant guests scents.

"Let me buy you a drink as a apology." He offers.

"No, really that's fine." Derek protests, but the guy is taking a seat at the bar next to Derek's bar stool he was sitting on.

"Oh please I insist, I know it must be weird to get hugged by a stranger." The guy says.

Derek takes his seat, figuring he will humour the guy as he waits for Stiles, and it isn't like Derek can get drunk for the drink so he figures he will accept the offer, down the drink, then excuse himself once Stiles gets here.

"My name is Evan by the way." He introduces.

"Derek." Derek replies, shaking the guys hand, he is surprised by how soft the guys hand is, a big rugged guy like this he figured would have rough hands.

Evan orders them two beers, Derek taking a sip, and making a face at the bitter taste of it, thankfully Evan was distracted by his own drink to notice.

"I'm sorry again for hugging you, it's just crazy how much you look like my buddy Drew from behind." He tells Derek.

"It's okay, no harm done." Derek says, although he is still grossed out by this guys strong musk and the fact he can still feel the sweat the guy smeared on his back when he hugged him, which as it started to get cool and make Derek feel even more grossed out.

"We were supposed to meet up here to have a few drinks, talk about our army days." Evan says, pausing to take a sip of his drink.

"Yeah, I'm waiting on my boyfriend to come here so we can have dinner." Derek says, as to not be rude by just sitting there and saying nothing.

"Oh that's nice. It's good to see other gay men in town. How long have you two been together?" Evan asks.

" A year now officially, but we've known each other for a few years." Derek tells him.

"That's good. Drew and I were a thing when in the military. We went to the same boot camp and bunked together. At first we hated each other, argued quite a bit that got us in trouble with the Sargent. But then we were instructed to work on an exercise together, and I don't know, something just clicked with us after that." Evan paused and took a sigh of his drink.

Derek frowned, wondering why he was starting to envision what Evan was talking about. He could make out a military bunk in his mind, the image of a young slender Evan in his mind, he could even recall someone arguing with him over something so minuscule.

He even sees a older Sargent coming in, the sargent towering over both men in Derek's vision, yelling at them for being disrespectful to the other cadets and themselves with all this pointless bickering.

Derek rubs his head, taking a sip of his drink again and the thought flees from his mind, which brings Evan to telling another story.

"When we got done with bootcamp training and later we even ended up stationed together. We were friends by then, we didn't start to actually develop feelings for one another till we were stationed overseas. Of course neither of us acted on them, cause you know back then it was frowned upon and we were young and confused at these feelings, but then Drew saved my ass one day and well I kinda acted on impulse and kissed him, which I was so glad to when he kissed me back." Evan tells Derek the story.

He thinks how nice that sounds, he became so engrossed in Evan's story he didn't even notice he isn't disgusted by Evan's smell anymore. Nor does he realize that the sweat on his back as it began to traverse through his shirt, even sinking into his skin. The sweat absorbed into Derek's body began to make it expand a little in size, his back growing broader, while his triskele tattoo started to fade away leaving behind unmarked skin.

Derek sputters when he takes a sip of his beer. He gets another flash of a vision that matches Evan's story. Recalling being on a army base somewhere, rooming with a bulkier Evan's, Derek wonders why he is having these memory flashes like they are is own, making out the details of the bunks, of Evan's and his voice, even recalling conversations they've had.

He even sees an incident where he acts quickly and shoves Evan's away from a small explosion that would have injured him, laying on top of each other, feeling Evan's lips on his, how good it felt.

"From there we kept our relationship to ourselves for a few years, in that time we discovered we were both kinky fuckers." He laughs at that before he continues.

"We were crazy for the other's musk and sweat. Drew having some of the stinkest feet any man I've known had, drove me wild." Evan tells him.

"Of course he loved my feet as well, with how big they are he enjoyed the, around his dick, jerking him off." Evan adds.

Derek is confused by all this, wondering why Evan is telling him such personal information about him and his lover's sex lives. Derek doesn't care about any of this, he is disgusted by it in fact, and yet once again he can feel these memories creep into his mind, feeling a phantom touch around his dick even, as if someone's large dorty feet were rubbing his dick.

He hates how hard he gets from it, his face flushing when he hears moans in his head from the intimate memories he has of Evan and his lover.

Derek's too focused on his thoughts that he isn't quite aware of the changes befalling his body. His muscles packing on bulk, making his toned well defined body surge in size with pure muscle thanks to years of training in the military and keeping it up with hard gym workouts.

He can vaguely hear Evan continue on about his and Drew's sex life back in the army. How wild and dirty it would get between them. Hearing the words Evan says ans then seeing those images in his own mind sends Derek into a lustfully state, he growls, turning to face Evan's grabbing him by the collar of his shirt so the older man is facing him.

"Shut up." Derek growls, his voice getting deeper, he leans forward, pressing his lips over Evan's kissing the older man hungrily. Derek knows this is wrong, thinks about Stiles, but his dick is so painfully hard in his jeans, and he sees this disgusting raunchy man in a new light, wanting to experience for himself what he envisioned from his stories.

Evan kisses Derek back, his large hands coming up and cup Derek's face, deepening their kiss. Derek's stubble thickens into a fuller beard upon Evan's touch. No one around them notices them, not saying a word as the two men make out at the bar.

"I want you, now." Derek growls. He doesn't know what's going on with him, grabbing Evan by the hand and dragging him to the back of the restaurant, the two men ending up in a supply closet. Their hands roaming over the other's bodies, Evan's hands making Derek even more muscular, body hair spreading all over Derek's broader muscled torso from Evan's hands gliding over his skin as they kiss.

Derek pulls away from Evan, just so he can get onto his knees, he takes off Evan's boots, inhaling the scent of them and the musky prize he has been craving.

"Holy fuck look at your feet, they'd make Bigfoot jealous." Derek blurts out as if this was common banter between them. He immediately sets to worshipping Evan's feet, sucking on Evan's toes that he can feet in his mouth, rubbing his thickly bearded face along the soles of his feet.

Derek's face began to ripple, aging up in years till he was around Evan's age now. His facial attributes became more rugged and different than who he should be. If he were to look in a mirror he wouldn't even recall who he was, because he doesn't even look like Derek anymore.

"Oh fuck Drew, you pervy bastard." Evan moans and laughs. Hearing himself being called Drew makes it all that much clearer to Derek. It was why the stories Evan told seemed so familiar, they were his memories too. Derek recounting them even more clearly than before among other memories of the two men together. How they stuck together through their army days up till a few months ago when the two both retired early from the army.

How Drew went back home to make plans to move out here to be with Evan, the two 35 year old men even planning their wedding next once they got fully moved in and their new gym they own and run now set up.

Drew is sucking on Evan's big toe once more, bobbing his head up and down on it, relishing in its musky taste and scent when he realizes what he is doing, how this isn't right.

"Stiles." He mutters, pulling off Evan's foot.

"This isn't me, I'm not the ex military guy named Drew.' He says getting to his feet.

"My name is Derek Hale, and I'm." Derek doesn't get to finish. Because Evan is putting the dog tags he was wearing around Derek, and then kissing him. Derek falling under the enthrall, relaxing into the kiss.

"It's okay now Drew." He whispers against Derek's lips, his hand groping over Derek's bulge, the sensitive feeling making Derek come right then. His orgasm expels Derek's old self from his mind, allowing Drew's memories to dominate and take over. Drew snaps out of it, his clothing changing into a beige t-shirt and pants that are now soaked in his come.

His beige shirt becomes damp and stained from his sweat. Drew looks into Evan's brown eyes, smiling fondle at his lover.

"A supply closet? Not that weirdest place we fooled around in." Drew says teasingly.

"How about we get out of here and head home, so we can have more privacy with what I want to do to you next." Evan suggests. Drew simply grins, taking his lover by the hand and leading them out of the supply closet. Making a beeline for the entrance.

"Excuses us kid." Drew says when they walk by a younger man with messy brown hair wearing a flannel shirt and graphic t-shirt. Drew unaware how important thar young man was to him once before, getting into his truck with Evan taking a seat in the passenger side, the two military men lean over the console and share a kiss before Drew cranks up his truck and pulls out of the parking lot and onto the road, eager to get home with his love.

#transformation #mental change #feet feitsh #military #musk #reality change

[cinematicnomad]

1, 7, 25 for the fanfic end of year ask :)

001. favorite fic you wrote this year i have a soft spot for take my hand (take my everything) which was the first fic i wrote this year! and kind of the first step back into writing creatively on something new that wasn’t the 7 year monster sterek fic. also my first foray into 9-1-1 fic and was just a lot of fun! 

007. longest completed fic you wrote this year the longest fic i wrote was my second for the year! so show me (family) wound up being around 16k+ for 9-1-1 which kind of burst out of me over the course of one 48 hour window unlike take my hand which took a few weeks to crank out. 

025. a fic you read this year you would recommend everyone read SO MANY FICS DUDE!!! i’m gonna rec a couple, some that i re-read this year and some that i discovered for the first time, all from a variety of fandoms. BUT heads up, you didn’t specify a fandom so it’s gonna be a little scattered. also someone else sent me this same question but specified 9-1-1, so i’m gonna reserve those recs for that ask. GET READY!!

and this, your living kiss by opal_bullets (7/7 | 84k+ | M) destiel; AU: college/university; john winchester’s A+ parenting; angst with a happy ending

only a very few people in the world know that the celebrated and reclusive poet jack allen is just kansas mechanic dean winchester, a high school dropout with a few bucks to his name. not that it matters anymore; life has left him so wrung out he never wants to pick up another pen.

until, that is, a string of coincidences leads dean to auditing a poetry course with one dr. castiel novak. the professor is wildly intelligent, devastatingly handsome...and just so happens to be academia’s foremost expert on the poetry of jack allen.

note: i discovered this fic back in the pre-pandemic times of feb 2020 and i’ve read this fic TWICE since, leaving a lengthy comment each time. the poetry in the fic itself is stunningly gorgeous and i have a habit of reading it out loud to myself while reading bc it begs to be heard. this fic is seriously beautiful and makes me want to read all the poet!dean au’s out there in the world. unfortunately there aren’t that many so i just keep coming back to this well. i don’t think i can express enough how much i love this fic. 

lost time by ARCurren (105/105 | 350k+ | T)  bransonxsybil; AU: canon divergent; outsider POVs; original characters; slow burn

the story of a free spirit who was asked to give up the man she loved for a system she didn’t believe in and what happened next. AU after 3.04. 

note: did i think, when i stumbled across this fic years ago, that it would wind up being one of my all time favorites that i return to time and again to re-read? never. did i re-read it for like the dozenth time this year?? 110%. this fic is everything i want from fanfiction—it’s beautifully written, expands on canon, and shows me all the hidden moments the cameras never did (not to mention it’s historically accurate and delves deep into irish politics of the time). the first third or so of this fic is all about tom and sybil’s slow burn romance at downton, but the fic really bursts into its own when we follow the two to dublin and get introduced to all of the author’s deliciously detailed oc’s. heads up warning: this fic was never officially completed, though the final chapter is a beautifully written summary of the final arc of the fic. even so, it’s fucking worth it. 

misfire by mothlights & unpossible (6/6 | 28k+ | T) sterek; time travel; angst with a happy ending; alive hale family; magic; alternating POV

“the debt must be repaid,” she says, and it has the weight of a vow. the words resonate through him, ringing through his ribcage and the bones of his jaw, and stiles loses his breath and maybe his grip on reality because she draws herself upright and where there had once stood a supermodel-level MILK now there is galadriel’s much hotter older sister, a presence of unmistakable power in their ordinary, smells-vaguely-of-thai-takeout hallway. 

“oh shit,” stiles says. 

note: this fic is the first in the misfire ‘verse and i need you to understand that it literally broke me when i binge read these fics a month or so ago. i am a sucker for a solid time travel fic especially bc there are such few good ones in fandom. but this gets at the heart of it all by exploring the idea of stiles getting the chance to save derek’s family and taking it...after he and derek are romantically together in his true timeline and then actually dealing with the ramifications of how that alters everything and how stiles survives in this new present where he and derek are virtual strangers. everyone should definitely read this, but you should also know that i fucking sobbed while reading the sequel (which also has a happy ending, but really digs deep into the nitty gritty angst of the repercussions). 

map of the world by seperis (11/11 | 154k+ | M)  destiel; end!verse; alternate universe; canon divergent; original characters; slow burn

the world’s already over and they’re already dead. all they’re doing now is marking time until the end. 

note: look, if you don’t know about down to agincourt by @seperis, what are you doing with your life?? the series is over 1M+ words so far, the fic author is on book 4 out of a planned 8, and it’s fucking phenomenal. i know i’ve tagged a couple of these recs as slow burn but...this is the slowest slow burn to ever burn. canon!dean travels back into the end!verse timeline just as lucifer kills dean and somehow cas made it out alive and has to keep dean safe while he learns to become his end!verse counterpoint. the world building in this series is intense and i cannot recommend it enough. i’m still in the midst of my re-read bc it’s SUCH an endeavor but i highly recommend it to everybody. 

invictus by ellanasan (116/116 | 355+ | M) hayffie; au: alive abernathy family; pre-hunger games; canon prostitution; slow burn

“so then, before i can even think about doing something stupid like trying to stab him with his fucking golden paperknife, he gives me a choice, see?” haymitch continued, almost detached. “either i play nice like all the other victors or he’ll kill my family. i could either become his puppet—greatest punishment he could give me, according to him—or i could become the example.”

AU in which haymitch’s family lives.

note: hello, have you ever wondered what the hunger games series would be like if haymitch’s family were alive? i fucking hadn’t until 2 years ago when i stumbled across this fic and fell head over heels in love with this ship. @ellanainthetardis is my go to hunger games fic writer for anything exploring canon and i’m obsessed with anything she writes about the OG victors pre-canon (finnick, joanna, chaff, etc). this fic is just 300k+ exploring that world and all the intricate details of how cruel the games could really be. HIGHLY recommend. i definitely re-read it this fall when i needed a pick me up.

don’t know what i’m supposed to do (haunted by the ghost of you) by crazyassmurdererwall (1/1 | 30k+ | T) sterek; canon divergent; angst with a happy ending; ghosts; stiles POV

stiles sees dead people. yep. seriously.

(he’s got this. he’s totally got this. so what if one of them is derek’s mom?)

note: did you know that @crazyassmurdererwall is one of my all time favorite people? and that she’s wicked talented? and that in our spare time she’ll send me a billion fic ideas that are amazing and i get to hear all the intricate details of her plot bunnies? but i digress. this fic is one of my all time fave sterek fics i’ve re-read it sooo many times. there’s just something about the heartache and stiles’ insecurity and the way he tries to shoulder it all on his own. and then there’s alli’s brilliant writing, the way she weaves through a scene and paints a picture just so and manages to tug at your heart strings with her precise word choice. there’s some amazing world building in this fic as it explores this other facet of the supernatural that canon teen wolf never touched upon, and i’m so grateful for that bc alli is the only one who should be allowed to write about ghosts and teen wolf together. 

lagavulin and guinness by snarfle (10/10 | 163k+ | explicit) hartwin; slow burn; PTSD; suicidal thoughts; graphic depictions of violence; domestic abuse

plenty of people had looked down on eggsy throughout his life. he had gotten fairly used to it. didn’t mean it was fair, but he knew how these things worked. what really sucked was that the new arthur was worse than the old one.

“eggsy grimaced. he didn’t know how to explain to harry—who seemed like he hadn’t been discriminated against a day in his life—that the new arthur kept giving him what amounted to suicide missions, and that he was currently bleeding out in a warehouse because of the deliberately bad intel she had given him.”

also featuring: dean is harder to get rid of than eggsy thought, his mum is going off the deep end, there are way too many nefarious plots in play, and eggsy is really beginning to wish that harry would stop holding his hand and kiss him instead.

note: look, i know i recced this literally less than a week ago but i ALSO stayed up til 5AM re-reading this last night and it was a-m-a-z-i-n-g. i was on a bit of a kingsman kick earlier this year, so i’ve actually re-read this fic TWICE so far in 2020. i will give you a serious warning in that this fic delves deep into domestic abuse through the lens of a variety of different relationships. it also explores the potential for abuse in hartwin, bc this fic is one of the few that actually commits to the fact that they’re literal spies who murder people. actively. a lot. but seriously, this fic is one of my fave in the fandom and i STRONGLY recommend it. 

waste of breath by bryrosea (1/1 | 22k+ | M) loganxveronica; canon compliant; missing scenes; navy; past child abuse

logan echolls, the nine years, and the navy.

note: bryrosea has an obscene number of amazing logan and veronica fics (her canon divergent series stay with me is another i re-read this year), but i’ve found myself returning to this fic a lot over the years. i’m a sucker for canon compliant fics that explore the missing scenes in between canon and this fic hits all the right buttons by diving deep into how logan echolls went from being a trash fire at hearst college at the end of s3 to being a decorated navy pilot by the movie. it explores logan seeking out therapy and making a life for himself that he can be proud of, all while pining after the girl who got away. and bc this author is amazing, she followed it up with a sequel from veronica’s point of view in the series done by only me. 

the law of equivalent exchange by awed_frog (8/8 | 60k+ | M) destiel; POV castiel; pre-canon; post-canon; canon compliant; immortality; reincarnation

“and what’s the point of it?”

“of love? there isn’t one. loving is its own purpose.” 

note: i mean??? i don’t really know what to say except that this is one of the truly most beautiful fics i have ever read. it follows castiel through time as he meets different reincarnations of sam and dean across history and falls ever more deeply in love. it is achingly tender and so ecstatically written that i die just thinking about it. and that summary? i mean. holy fuck break my heart why don’t you? i don’t know how i missed out on this fic for so long since it was published in 2015 but i only learned about it for the first time back in july and it was. life changing?? when the fic finally reaches the canon timeline and he meets THIS dean it’s peak yearning. 10/10 will read again.

ahead in the count by elisela (17/17 | 50k+ | E) sterek; AU: sports; pitcher!stiles; teacher!derek; long distance relationship; getting together

“yankee fan,” derek says, laughing when stiles makes a disgusted face. “the bronx bombers, stiles, you can’t be a new yorker and—”

“stop talking right now,” stiles sighs, shaking his head. “i can’t believe i still want to kiss you after that,” he says, pulling derek in by his coat. “this is making me rethink everything.” 

“i’ll never watch them again,” derek promises, and stiles laughs against his mouth. 

or: stiles is a starting pitcher for the NY mets when he meets and falls in love with derek. derek doesn’t know. 

note: i read SO MANY of @elisela’s 911 fics this summer, which i loved, and then she got into teen wolf and started writing sterek and i just about died. this fic is amazing, one of my fave sterek AU’s that i’ve read in years. it’s just the right amount of drama and angst and fluff filled with all the joys of miscommunication and character relationships that makes reading sterek such a joy. reading this fic and finding out eli needed fic recs pushed me to dive back in to reading sterek fics for a bit this fall so i can say with the utmost authority that this is one of the best i’ve read in a long time. 

i used to think one day we’d tell the story of us by notequitegucci (2/2 | 32k+ | M) gendrya; alternate universe—modern setting; outsider POV; friends to lovers; friends to lovers

9 times a stark encounters gendry + 1 time he meets the starks.

note: again, this is the first in a 2 part series titled love me like you do that explores arya and gendry’s dynamics together through the point of view of her family. game of thrones ended last year with a whimper but i keep returning to the gendrya tag on ao3 to seek out new, amazing content and also to re-read some old favorites. i can’t remember if i came across this for the first time last year or this one, but i’ve read it and re-read it more times than i can count since and i love it more than i can describe. i’m a total sucker for outsider POV fics and my biggest pet peeve in canon is the fact that none of the stark’s ever found out that arya and gendry had a history together. this modern au fic almost makes up for it by giving me a gendry encounter with every family member and then the big reveal. it’s peak content. 

theeeeeeese recs got a little away from me. i wasn’t originally intending on adding lengthy notes to each entry but ... oh well!! these are all amazing so please enjoy. 

fanfic end of the year asks

#lilolilyr #ask #if i knew an authors tumblr i tried to tag them in this #seriously my reclist got away from me for a bit #also if you're looking for 911 recs #like i said they will be in another ask where someone specified!! #fic rec #about kat writes

[criminalmindskink]

Dominant Doctor NSFW

This was an idea that came from a conversation with the beautiful, amazing, and loving @fussy-and-a-writer-sometimes , if you haven't given her page a go please do. She writes some AMAZING teen wolf imagines.

Warnings: This is smut. Choking, slight toy play, unprotected sex, kink talk, cursing. Wrap it before you tap it loves. 

As always my request remain open, as does my inbox. Enjoy my furry profilers. 

His hands travel up my body before grabbing both of my wrist and slamming them to the bed. “Spencer please, let me touch you” I moan out to the genius that has me a writhing mess. I guess all that reading has paid off in some ways. 

He clicks his tongue in response before biting down on my throat “I don’t think so darling. What did you think you were doing dancing in that dress tonight? What, just because I’m your coworker I can’t have you writhing up under me? You’ve been teasing me all week little girl, now you’re gonna cum until you cry” he growls out at me in response. “No touching, take your punishment like a good girl.” He finishes before sliding back down my body. 

“Yes sir” is all I can moan out before he’s absolutely devouring my core.

I’m shaken from the recent memory as a hand forcefully grabs my thigh and wrenches my legs apart. I look up from the hand to see it attached to the man himself, Spencer Reid. He gives me a sly smirk before directing his attention back to Hotch, who’s currently briefing us on a case. 

That night that left me sore and satisfied was four days ago and counting. Half of me wants to take him to an empty office and drop to my knees, while the other half wants to ask him what this means. I mean we’re coworkers, can this honestly be a regular thing? 

Hotch finishes up the briefing with stating that wheels are up in thirty. We all disperse from the room and head to our go bags. I pass by my desk and head to the restroom, desperate for cold water in my face. I should really have paid more attention to Hotch, but I can’t get Spencer off my mind. I haven’t been able to since that night. 

I walk into the rest room and rest my back against the sink while thinking back to that night. 

After cumming for a sixth time I feel hands travel up my body in my dazed state. With the hands are a pair of lips that are tracing soft and wet kisses up my stomach. I opened my eyes to see the man above me wearing a look of unadulterated lust. 

He presses his mouth to mine as his tongue fights my own for dominance. He leans back a bit before studying my face “have you learned your lesson love?” He asks in a tone I’ve never known him to wear. 

It draws a moan from my lips “Yes sir, please take me. I’m yours Reid.” I gasp out in response. He gave a moan of his own before I feel the tip of his length at my entrance, a feeling I’ve only dreamed of for so long. 

Suddenly I feel a mouth latch onto my throat, the feeling drawing a loud moan from within me. A hand shoots up to my mouth while the other grabs my hip. “Shhhhh, you don’t want the team hearing you do you?” He whispers into the shell of my ear. 

I desperately shake my head while biting my lip in response. He chuckles before turning from me to lock the door. Once he turns back to me I see an animalistic lust in his eyes. He walks back to me before lifting me onto the bathroom counter and locks his lips with my own. 

A lone hand trails up my arm before slowly dragging itself down my torso. It stops it’s journey for a split second to roughly grab one of my breasts through my shirt. I whimper again in response and grind myself onto the man. 

The hand continues down my body and goes under my skirt where the thumb roughly rubs my core through my lace thong. Spencer moans in appraisal “You wear this for me? You know I’ve been craving to have you under me again since that night. Your body accepts me in a way I thought was only written of.” He whispers back into my ear. 

His thumb is now making slow circles of my clit before his fingers move my panties aside and slip through my folds. “Oh baby, you’re absolutely soaked. Is this all for me?” He questions in an aroused tone. 

I nod my head profusely in response, dying to have him inside me again. Two of his fingers are suddenly planted inside me, curling in just the right spot to have me arching into him. I grabbed both of his shoulders as I whimper out “Spence please, I need you” his fingers slowly begin to move in and out. 

My hips begin grinding on their own accord and he hums approvingly. “See what I mean? Your body craves me just as much as your brain. It’s absolutely beautiful.” He smirks cockily before retracting his hand. The action draws another whimper from me before he brings his hand to his mouth and sucks on his fingers. 

This man may actually kill me. He brings his mouth back to my ear before lowly whispering “see you on the plane agent”. With that, he’s unlocking the door and leaving me craving for him to come back. I let out a soft sound of discomfort before hopping off the counter and taking some short breaths. This is gonna be a rough case if he continues this torture the entire time. 

Once everyone gets to the plane everything is peaceful. After about an hour it seems everyone is asleep but myself. Seeing this, I move to the couch and lay down fully allowing my consciousness to slip from me. 

I wake up a bit startled to feel a body under my legs. A hand attached to the body slowly trails up my legs before wrapping around the back of my thigh and gripping harshly. I tense slightly before looking up to the owner of the hand that is currently assaulting my senses. 

Spencer smirks to me before placing a finger to his lips, quietly silencing me. I feel my face contort to a look of pleading before he shakes his head at me. One of his hands slowly palm himself, drawing my attention to what I am craving the most. 

Hotch coughs before making a sudden movement to sit up. This action causes us to depart a second before his eyes open and take in his surroundings. I sit up and try to gather myself before looking up. 

This day has been total hell. Between Reid’s lip biting to the six times he’s cornered me, i’m on my last leg. We’ve made bed at a hotel for the night and I honestly could not be more grateful for everyone having their own rooms. If the lovely doctor won’t help me, I’ll just help myself. 

With that thought I strip down and head for the shower. The only object I brought that could help me is a tiny bullet vibrator I had bought on the go from a previous case. Fully nude and in the shower I turn the little bullet to it’s maximum speed. I can’t help but let my mind drift back to the reason of all my tension. As the vibration hits my clit I let out a low moan of appreciation. 

Spencer stills himself once he’s fully sheathed in me. He makes eye contact again while raising a hand to my cheek as if to check if I’m okay. I guess the caring side of him will show through after all. “You ready kitten?” He moans out as my walls tighten around his length. 

The only response to his question is a girlish whimper, a sound I didn’t even know I could produce. I lift my hips to slowly grind down on him, causing his head to drop to my neck. He softly kisses behind my ear before pulling almost the entire way out of me. Before I can even question the action, he thrusts into me full force. Both of us let out filthy moans as he performs the action again. 

I’m shaken from the memory as I’m slammed into the shower wall and a mouth places a searing yet angry kiss upon my own. Once the body draws away from mine, I open my eyes to see Spencer. “Spence” I begin but I’m silenced by a hand on my mouth and a low shushing noise. 

His hand trails down to mine that’s holding the ruby vibrating bullet. “Now now, who said you could do this?” He asks with a dark tone coating his voice. He doesn’t let me respond before he continues “Did you honestly think I wouldn’t take care of you sweetheart? I think you just want a round two of the other night. Is that it?” He brings the bullet to the palm of his hand before placing it back at my core. My head bangs against the wall as my hips hopelessly grind against his hand, begging for a release. 

I grabbed both of his shoulders before trailing my eyes over his chest. When I look back at his eyes I can see he’s expecting me to answer. “I’m sorry spen, I mean sir, my body is just dying to be released. You’ve been teasing me all day” I half way sob to the man before me. 

He clicks his tongue in response before driving to fingers inside me. My knees buckle and my throat let’s lose a filthy moan. “I bet it does, but you see obviously you don’t need me for that right? Coming in here to pleasure yourself with this bullet. I don’t think you deserve to cum baby girl.” He hisses into my ear. His fingers are still inside me, going at a pace I didn’t even think possible. 

He twists his hand at the perfect angle to hit my sweet spot causing me to see stars. The vibration on my clit plus the pace he’s set his fingers will cause my end to come soon, if he’ll let me have it. At that thought I grind down on his hand and give him the best puppy dog eyes I can muster. His only free hand comes to my throat in response and grips just enough to bring my pleasure to its max. 

I know I can’t last much longer so I thread my fingers into his hair. “Spencer please, I'm begging you let me cum” I breathe out to the man. He shakes his head to me in response and shows a pensive look. I feel the knot forming inside me getting ready to bust. I let out a whine and place one of my hands on the wrist that’s connected to my throat. 

Just as that knot is about to bust he removes himself from me completely. My head falls to the wall again while another whimper falls from my lips. Before I can open my eyes to speak I’m flipped face first against the wall and my ass is being brought out on display for him. 

A precise finger slides through my folds while another rubs one of my ass cheeks. “If you can take this punishment like a good girl, I’ll think about letting you cum. Do you understand?” He states from behind me. 

The term causes my back to arch to him “yes sir, I understand” I moan out with my cheek pressed to the shower wall. Before I can even question what he plans to do, a harsh slap comes across the right side of my rear. I yelp out in response before another one comes down. The pain mixed with the pleasure is enough to drive my libido into over drive. 

Without thinking twice, I let a filthy moan come from me “Doctor please, I won’t do it again I promise. I’ll be a good girl for you.” I moan into the wall as his hand comes to score me again. The phrase causes the man to pause in his action. 

A dark almost growl comes from his lips as a hand weaves into my hair. He pulls me to his body fully, his length coming between my thighs. He takes a harsh breath before allowing a groan to come from his lips. “You dirty girl, call me that again princess” he moans into the shell of my ear. 

I smile slyly before laying my head on his shoulder  “Please Doctor, take me. I’m yours” I whisper into his ear before nibbling on his ear. His hands come to my hips and grip harshly. Another shaky breath comes from his lips before I’m lifted and placed over his shoulder. 

He turns the shower off and heads to the bed. Once we are at the edge of the bed he moves to place me onto my back. His teeth assault my neck before his hand comes to take their place. His cocky smirk returns to his face as he places his length at my entrance. He makes eye contact with me, “good girl” he states lowly before thrusting into me completely. 

He sets a relentless pace before he hitches one of my legs over his hips. He bends the other at the knee before bringing it up to my chest. His body leans down fully, stopping me from moving it, before bringing the bullet back. Seeing what he was about to do causes my nails to score down his chest and arm, drawing a moan from him. Once he turns it back on and places it back to my clit a loud moan releases from my lips. “Doctor oh my god yes please” I yell out incoherent sentences. 

He brings his free hand up to caress my cheek, a harsh difference from the pace he’s set. “Careful darling, what will the people next door think?” He playfully questions as I lose myself in him. While his tone is playful I can feel him tense from the way my walls are closing around him. He was right earlier today, my body accepts him in ways I thought were only written about in books. 

With the knot coming from within me at an alarming rate, I give my doctor a pleading look “please” is all I can get out in my current state. His pace increasing as he brings a hand up to pinch one of my nipples. 

He bites harshly on my neck and brings his mouth to my ear “you wanna cum? Go ahead, you deserve it. You’ve been a good girl. Cum princess.” He moans out. 

My body reacts as if it had been awaiting his command. The knot that had been forming completely busts, the feelings more euphoric than it had ever been before. I latch onto his arm and shoulder as he continues to devour my senses with his cock. After a second he groans as he releases himself within me. 

He softly grabs my legs and lays them down onto the mattress, his head coming to place light kisses over my chest and neck. He finishes his oral adventure at my lips, giving me a passionate and loving kiss. His head moves back to take in my state as my hand caresses his chin. 

“Are you okay? I’m sorry if I was too rough.” He states as he looks over my body and kissed my hand. The statement causes me to smile at the man sweetly and let lose a chuckle. 

I place my hand on the back of his neck and bring him in for another kiss. He rolls onto his back as he accepts the kiss. I pull back and gaze at his face “I’m perfectly okay Spence, thank you for taking care of me.” I whisper to him before my head falls to his chest. 

His hand begins to trail light patterns up and down my spine. “Anytime beautiful” He states softly before kissing the top of my head. My face rest in the crook of his neck as I feel my consciousness begin to fade out. I feel a blanket being placed over the two of us before I’m down for the count. 

Anyone who is observant, who discovers the person they have always dreamed of, knows that sexual energy comes into play before sex even takes place. The greatest pleasure isn’t sex, but the passion with which it is practiced. When the passion is intense, then sex joins in to complete the dance, but it is never the principal aim.

― Paulo Coelho

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#criminal minds imagine #Criminal Minds #criminal minds smut #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid smut

[kipo-oak]

Sooo, I couldn't find a single Kipo fanfic out there, and had to remedy that! @chuwenjie

Beware, I am NOT a writer, so this probably sucks, but oh well xD I don't have much competition as of yet 😜

Kipo and her friends had settled down for the night. They had followed Scarlemadge for days now, but hadn’t caught up yet, too many mutes on their tail and hindering their pursuit.

It was just the 5 of them again, the humans who escaped had stayed back to find a new burrow, continue hiding from Scarlemadge. A bigger group would’ve drawn too much attention either way, according to Wolfs stoic assessment.

“Hey Wolf, look! I can control the fur growing!”, Kipo exclaimed excitedly, earning a hush from the younger girl. “That’s great Kipo, keep your voice down!”

Kipo just smiled and retraced the fur along her arms. She had been training her mute powers and her control over it ever since her dad confirmed he knew something and she just… caught a falling piece of ground like it was nothing. Those powers could be her only chance at saving her dad, and she had to be able to rely on them! (It was Wolf’s idea. She was finally over Kipos half mute identity, the thought of losing her just didn’t sit well with her, no matter what. And if Kipo could actually protect herself… well, Wolf knew all about survival)

As Wolf checked the nearby area, Benson and Dave prepared dinner over a fire, watching Kipo train. It was their new routine, especially since finding out about the bounty on Kipo, the ‘burrow girl’.

It didn’t take them long to eat and they were quick to extinguish the fire before it got dark enough for the light to attract predators. Or bounty hunters. Or… anyone really.

As they lied down to sleep Kipo reached out, pulling them all closer to her. “Thanks guys, for being here”, she whispered, sleepily. Wolf tried to hide her smile but failed. She didn’t even attempt to fight free of Kipos grasp on her, knowing the girl was stupporn to a fault. And strong, if she wanted to be. Benson cooed, throwing his arms around Kipo, Wolf and Dave, the latter, currently in his teens, grumbling something about personal space and “Ugh, why you all so mushy…”. Mandu squiggled into the hug, squeaking, not willing to be left out.

As they all quieted down and started falling asleep, a sound started up. A weird… humming, similar to that of the Humming Bombers, yet completely different. It had a calming note, and was also way, WAY too close to belong to a Humming Bomber. Wolf sat up with a jolt.

“What IS that?!”, she asked, whisper yelling. Benson shrugged, still lying down. “I think… it’s coming from Kipo?”, he asked, looking at the only person among them already asleep.

Wolf frowned and bent down to Kipo. “It is! But… what is it?”

Dave- who had again molded into his adult form- spoke from behind Benson. “I believe she might be purring. The parts we’ve seen of her mute looked cat like, so… who knows”

Wolf, Benson and Mandu all stared at Dave like he said something wise. Said mute just looked at Kipo, none the wiser, and the stares turned to said girl, who continued on sleeping and… purring.

“You’re kidding…”, Wolf mumbled, facepalming. Of COURSE Kipo would be purring. She’d be surprised if her adoptive sister would ever stop once she figured it out, it was just so HER…

Benson meanwhile had a hard time not laughing out loud and waking Kipo. He fell back beside the girl, listening to the quiet vibrations, feeling them due to the close proximity.

“Wolf, you gotta lie back down, this is awesome”, he murmured, already half asleep, Mandu squished between him and Kipo and Dave on their bellies. Wolf just rolled her eyes, acting exasperated, but she lay down with a small smile, closing her eyes to enjoy the purring. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if Kipo did this more often….

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[holyhellpod]

[TRANSCRIPT] 0. Introduction

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Dear friends, lovers, and renegades. If you have clicked on this show it’s for one of two reasons; You’re looking for the episode of True Crime Obsessed named Holy Hell, or you want to listen to yet another Supernatural podcast. Why you would is about as effusive as why I’m starting this podcast to begin with: because I love Supernatural. There, I said it. I can admit it. I’ve loved this show since I saw the second episode, Wendigo. When it aired on Australian Foxtel channel Fox8 in 2006, I missed the first episode, and then missed it again when it played a second night in a row. My first introduction to the show was arguably the worst episode of the season, which goes head to head with the episode Bugs, but it stuck with me. Supernatural has done a lot of things, but the first thing it ever did was suck big time. However, being of questionable mind and also a young teen who was obsessed with urban fantasy, serial killers, and armaments, this show hit me like a flying brick and has not left my head since.

I watched the first eight seasons before I fell out of love with it and into love with different other media, like Teen Wolf, One Direction, and Captain America, but Supernatural will always be my first crush. When I joined Tumblr in 2010 I realised that everything everyone said about me in high school was true: I was a weird little loner with no friends, and I was also attracted to women. It would take me another 8 years to realise I was only attracted to women, but the revelation was incredible. Not only did people love people of the same gender and sex, but it was a celebratory thing. Men could love men, and women could love women, and it was beautiful. Yes, Supernatural Tumblr is how I realised I’m queer. It’s just one of the ways the show has changed my life.

Being in the Supernatural fandom during the heyday of the early seasons was, in a word, outrageous. Every week when a new episode aired, me and all my Casgirl friends would congregate on Livejournal to discuss the series thus far and offer each other our theories. The amount of fic I wrote and consumed was overwhelming, rivalled only by that of the Captain America fic I wrote and consumed in 2019. I met a bunch of people who were the coolest and funniest and most talented writers I’d ever met (not a hard feat considering I was still in my teens), some of whom I’m still friends with today. When Cas confessed his love for Dean on the fateful night of the 5th of January 2020, I immediately took to Instagram to find all my friends from 10 years ago and tell them, to mixed reviews. Some were amazed, just as I was. How could we, living in the apocalypse times of 2010, have predicted that a decade later the ship we’d been tinhatting for two years would actually come to pass? We couldn’t. It’s that simple.

So what’s this podcast about, anyway? This is a podcast examining as many facets of the show as I can possibly do before I get bored or overwhelmed or stressed out too much to continue. the episodes will centre around things like themes, characters, the fan culture, fanfiction, conventions, the actors, and maybe even other supernatural podcasts, because I love them. I listen to two right now: ride or die with pru and waldorph, and fridged with hannah and lucy. I’ve recently come back into the fandom after a 9 year hiatus and I have to say, it’s bringing me so much joy. I’ve learned to embrace that, the joy. When I explained how I have fallen tit-first back into the Supernatural fandom, my friend asked, “Does it make you happy? That’s what matters.” And that’s how I live my life now. I don’t have to wear my obsessions on my sleeve, but I don’t have to be ashamed of them anymore. Am I happy? For the first time in a long time, I am.

So join me whenever I put out new episodes, because it’s going to be one hell of a ride.

#transcript #holyhellpod #supernatural #spn

[jessie-lou]

A Stream of Consciousness That Ends In An ADHD Thought

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Ok so, this post is about adhd, but I have to put in some context first.

Do yall remember the Teen Wolf fandom? The show that was so cringy* all on its own, it leaves you wondering why it would even need (or how it could obtain) a fandom? The fandom that seems to have left no lasting impact online unless you specifically seek it out? Like, it was a fairly large fandom with just as much drama and cringe* as any other, and yet I haven’t seen anything about TW on Heritage Posts (admittedly, I haven’t seen every single Heritage post).

*Cringe culture is dead, yes yes, but....come on...

Well I was there people. It doesn’t feel accurate to say “i was in the teen wolf fandom” even though yes, technically, but somehow no. I don’t know where I left off but I watched the first two or three seasons, I read fic, and if you go digging, you’ll find TW posts on my blog. But the fic is the meat of this issue because. I mean. The writers of that show famously sucked. It’s been a few decades but from what I remember, the characters weren’t super fleshed out, the dialogue could be really cringy, and the plots had issues all the time too. So again, how fandom? A true fandom historian could go into a lot further detail than me, but I eventually need to get to my point so I’ll just leave it at

hot, shippable actors

what Dylan O’Brien brought to the Stiles Stilinski character (bc if i memory serves, the writers weren't planning to do much with him, big surprise)  

Like, as bad as the writing in that show could be, the actors were likeable enough for viewers/fans to take that basic framework and run with it. I read plenty of fic in my day that was way more fleshed out and compelling than any of the actual episodes. Fans could bring characters back to life, flesh them out, and fill in the emotional gaps the show left behind (like seriously so many teenagers at this school died and it seems like no one ever noticed?? were there not even funerals???”). Once you sifted through the garbage and found a well written fic, that was better than the show. Personally, I continued reading the fic for a considerable amount of time after I stopped watching the show.

And I recently went on a little nostalgia trip.

So ADHD Icon Stiles Stilinski had the role of “paranormal researcher”. I don’t know how much of that was actually in the show or if it was more of a fic thing. My memories are so muddled that a lot of the things I think were a part of the show were probably just fic things. (Like, Stiles’ dad’s name is John. It will never be anything else in my mind, I don’t care what the show says).

Anyway, My Point Is

a common theme throughout Teen Wolf fic is Stiles hyperfocusing on research because adhd. And upon taking this little nostalgia trip I have realized that you can almost always tell when someone who actually has adhd writes about Stiles. Because when (what I believe to be) neurotypicals write Stiles it’s like “yeah, adhd is this super power where he can skip sleep for a week to research goblins or whatever oh and he talks a lot, that’s what adhd is right? lol”

Whereas when someone who actually has adhd writes Stiles, they tend to write in a lot more acknowledgement of the emotional aspects of adhd. They sometimes also acknowledge that hyperfocus has a counterpart where your brain is essentially useless. With adhd, when your brain is On it is ON and when it’s Off it is OFF, and it’s anyone’s guess who controls the switch.

#journal #thoughts #teen wolf #tw #brain junk #adhd

[gra-sonas]

I never watched teen wolf but ive heard alot about it. was the writing bad? because u sed u were glad tyler wouldnt be on a panel with one of the writers?

Initially, the writing wasn’t that bad imo. Not Emmy nomination worthy, sure, but S1 and 2 were fun and entertaining.

From S3 things got a lot more complicated and made a lot less sense tho, and S3b was particularly awful. Apart from that, I really hated what they did to Derek.

Derek Hale (my favorite) was used as a punching bag throughout the entire time he was on the show, he was seduced by a grown woman when he was still a teenager (later denied by TPTB, claiming he’d been of legal age when she approached him, but then they cast a young actor to play teenage!Derek, and it was teenage!Derek the woman who seduced him approached, not adult!Derek) which led to his family being burned alive in their family home, he was assaulted in pretty much every episode (they also made him lose many of his fights), they made him kill one of his own pack members, another woman (who turned out to be a dark druid) seduced him and used him for her agenda, and in Hoechlin’s final season on the show (S4), the woman who seduced teenage!Derek returned from the dead and haunted him.

His “reward” for going through all the pain was kinda cool (turned out he was able to make a complete shift and become an actual wolf, a trait he inherited from his mom, the pack leader), but seeing him go through all that pain sucked nonetheless.

There were many other things I hated (esp. Eichen House, a mental health facility which used every godawful stereotype about mental health facilities to make it extra creepy, Stiles being admitted to Eichen House and then they made him have sex with a girl even tho he was traumatized and not able to consent) and I was just happy and relieved when Hoechlin left. I didn’t continue watching after that, so I can’t say whether the writing improved, knowing JDavis, that’s unlikely tho.

Apart from the writing, I just hated how Sterek fans were treated. In the early days, they were happy to use us and our enthusiasm for social media campaigns and earning woke points, we were told that maybe Sterek could happen if we kept asking nicely - which we did, and then we were “punished” with an entire season where they didn’t share any scenes apart from one in the season finale - we were mocked by the show runner, insulted by the show’s lead, it was a mess.

Anyway, this happened a looong time ago, I’ve moved on, and Hoechlin did too. I’m so proud of him and so excited for Superman & Lois, he just deserves all the good things coming to him! <3

#nonnie asks