Anonymous said: Can you write Derek proposing to Stiles? Please?
At the honeymoon resort, someone makes the mistake of asking for the proposal story. It’s meant innocently enough, the type of thing most couples are more than happy to gush about.
Stiles snorts into his glass and Derek’s eyes narrow. He makes a pointed noise that’s probably meant as warning, but Stiles just puts down the glass and leans across the table, smirking.
“Which one would you like? We’ve got two hundred and fourteen of them.”
Stiles gets that Derek’s not exactly Mr. Communication. That’s something he learned to accept about half a decade ago. Sometimes he even likes it – the fact that he knows Derek well enough to work out his moods when no one else can, that he’s the only person that can squeeze past those walls he’s built up and actually get some real heart-to-hearts going.
That’s probably why these past few days have hit him so hard. Because Derek has been closing off, keeping secrets… and secrets can only mean terrible things.
Because Stiles has thought this through, ok? He’s not about to fall into some clichéd half-hour comedy trope of freaking out about their relationship, only for Derek to have been planning him a surprise party or something. But the dates don’t match up. His birthday was two months ago, Valentine’s a couple months before that. Their anniversary’s not ‘til the fall. Stiles hasn’t been promoted lately, has already graduated college, and there’s just no reason for this to be leading to some awesome reveal. Which means it’s completely reasonable for him to be freaking the hell out.
“Are you dying? Oh my god, you’re dying aren’t you? You’ve got some kind of horrible werewolf disease, and you haven’t told me because you know it’ll freak me out.”
“I’m not dying, Stiles.”
“Which is exactly what you’d say if you were dying and trying to keep it a secret.”
“Is there a new pack in town? Or witches again? Derek, don’t you dare fucking keep witches from me, just because I kind of got stabbed a little bit last time. If you’re keeping me out of pack business I swear to god—“
“I’m not keeping some threat from you, Stiles.”
But Stiles might just spy on his call log and discover he’s been talking to Danny, of all people. And Derek doesn’t ever contact Danny unless he needs some serious research done.
“…Are you gonna skip town?” He’s been thinking about it for a while, dwelling over the possibilities. Danny lives in New York, which is like Derek’s second home or something. And the group’s gone to him a few times about things like fake IDs and forged credentials over the years.
Derek looks up from his steaming omelet, snorting a little, eyes rolling.
“I’m not leaving you, Stiles. “
Stiles hadn’t said “leaving me.” He’d said “leaving town.” He hadn’t even thought about that, but if that’s what Derek’s mind had jumped to…
Everything here is shippable. Even I’m shippable; But that, dear children, is self insertion, and is in fact frowned upon in most fandoms.
Tweet 1: I can see a lot of people either avoiding Plan B & ending up pregnant or attempting to take multiple doses & getting sick.
Tweet 2: anyone w a credit card (not everyone, I know) can/should use ella ella-rx.com they’ll ship it overnight $45
SIGNAL BOOST. Ella is another form of emergency contraception/the morning-after pill. It’s more effective than Plan B and can be taken up to FIVE DAYS after your mishap, rather than three days. Please spread this around; with all of the anti-choice legislation flying about and how difficult it can be for some people to get Plan B even OTC (like minors, people living in small towns, etc.), this might be the only way a lot of people can get their hands on the morning-after pill.
I’ve also read that Ella is more effective for plus size people.
This is important. Ella works for everyone. Plan B is not effective for people over 176 pounds. Protect yourself
To further that explanation, a plus sized woman taking Plan B is likely to have drug-metabolizing enzymes in the liver that cause the liver to absorb more of the active chemical so it doesn’t make it to the bloodstream. Doubling up does not help. If you are not on some type of BC and you are over 176lbs, you definitely should look into this. It does not matter if your weight is due to height, fat, or muscle, its the actual number that matters.
there is literally no difference between academic scholars discussing their interpretations of a text and a bunch of people yelling YOUR HEADCANON IS WRONG at each other
As a Masters student I can vouch for this.The difference is citations.
Let’s remember, Jesus was a Jewish man of color, born homeless to an unwed teenager, who spent his formative years as an illegal immigrant before returning to his home country to hang out with twelve men, prostitutes, and socially untouchable tax collectors while he taught a radical social doctrine of equality, love, and forgiveness that included paying taxes, free healthcare, and the sharing of resources within a community.
Jesus called somebody an ass once because they where being rude to a crippled little old lady if you don’t think that’s the tightest shit then get out of my face.
I especially liked the part where he literally flips the money changers’ tables and chases them out of the temple with a fucking bull whip shouting, “Not in MY house, bitches!”
[for bree, who was feeling sick today]
Stiles wakes up, and his head is pounding viciously inside his head, and it’s way too bright. He flops over, reaching to grab a pillow, but meets a warm, solid chest instead.
Stiles blinks. He’s not in his bedroom, he realizes…