two dead, several injured, the novel is finished.
out of context this post is quite terrifying lmao
two dead, several injured, the novel is finished.
out of context this post is quite terrifying lmao
aaand another Teen Wolf/Sterek fic, not my best work, but I hope there’ll be someone who enjoys it
I wrote an epilogue for this, if anyone’s interested~
“Can we stop classifying ‘realistic proportions’ as fat please? Like seriously?
Do these people really think a mermaid who swims constantly would be fat? Or a woman living in France before the French Revolution would be fat?* Or a Native American girl who constantly runs around and maybe helps to carry heavy things and hunt would be fat?
Every time I see articles like this one it makes me so mad. They boast about ‘oh think of all the little fat girls that look at these skinny princesses and hate themselves!’ but fail to think about the little skinny girls who hear people talk about how being skinny isn’t ‘normal’ or ‘realistic’ and feel bad about themselves.
There are two sides to every coin, skinny and fat kids get picked on for being skinny and fat. This type of shit isn’t for ‘teh liddle gurls’ it’s for fat, vain adult women who feel insecure because of a freaking cartoon.” (x) (*)
FA’s love to talk about how “confident” they are in their bodies yet the minute someone wants to talk about their weight loss journey, they suddenly have to shut them down because it hurts their egos seeing someone actually get to a healthy weight. Weight loss has saved so many people’s lives and it’s fucking selfish to not allow others to discuss it because it hurts your feelings. Like, GOD, imagine being this fucking self centered.
It is not “fatphobic” to be charged more for large clothing.
It is not “fatphobic” to suggest weight loss.
It is not “fatphobic” to help someone realize how much they overeat.
It is not “fatphobic” to talk about nutrition.
It is not “fatphobic” to encourage a healthy BMI.
It is not “fatphobic” to dismiss the “genetic obesity” lie.
It is not “fatphobic” to dismiss the “starvation mode” lie.
It is not “fatphobic” to suggest following a lower calorie diet.
It is not “fatphobic” to dismiss any and all fat logic and enabling behavior.
It is not “fatphobic” of your doctor to correctly assess your health and suggest weight loss if you are overweight or obese, or for them to deny performing a surgery due to your weight. Doctors are held liable and obese patients are high risk.You are healthy at a healthy size. Not all sizes are healthy.
Being fat is not healthy. Call it what you will- fat, overweight, obese. BEING FAT IS NOT HEALTHY. EVER. Stop encouraging others to overeat. Stop encouraging others to neglect their bodies. If you sell people the lies you’ve been selling yourself all you’re doing is promoting self harm, a slew of dangerous health complications, and early deaths.
If you’re happy with yourself, keep your fat logic, delusional concepts, and lies to yourself. Dig your own grave, not the graves of others.
Me: Anorexia is a disease.
Fat Acceptance Advocate: Amen!
Me: Anorexia is not attractive.
FAA: Fuck, no, it’s not!
Me: Not eating enough is not healthy.
FAA: Completely true!
FAA: Get those women some cheeseburgers!
Me: It is completely possible to recover from anorexia and get to a healthy weight, and maintain it!
FAA: Yaaaassss, help those skinny bitches!
Me: Obesity is a disease.
FAA: The fuck did you just say?
Me: Obesity is not attractive.
FAA: Wow, that’s fucking cruel.
Me: Over-eating is unhealthy.
FAA: You don’t know shit about my metabolism.
FAA: Weight and food aren’t connected!
Me: It is completely possible to lose weight and get to a healthy weight and maintain it!
FAA: ALL DIETS FAIL.
FAA: YOUR WEIGHT LITERALLY CANNOT CHANGE.
FAA: YOU ARE A FATPHOBIC BITCH.
FAA: FUCKING DELETE YOUR BLOG.
give me emotionally damaged characters with terrible communication skills and crippling trust issues or give me death
“Alright, whose ass do I have to kick?” Stiles storms into the loft. “Hmm?” He focuses in on Derek, slumped across the couch. “Seriously, who was the genius behind this?”
“Stiles.” Derek smiles. It’s dopey and sincere and would be totally heart-melting if not for the seriousness of the situation. “You came.”
Stiles brandishes his phone at him. “You called me and told me you’d been poisoned.”
“’s fine.” Derek waves him off. “’m fine. ‘s’all good.”
“Poisoned Derek.”
“’m okay now.”
“Oh my God.” Stiles stares at the werewolf in disbelief. “Oh, my fucking god! You’re drunk, aren’t you?”
Derek pinches his thumb and forefinger together. “Jus’ a little.”
“How?” Stiles demands. He moves to stand in front of the couch, hands on hips. “Last I checked, you were a werewolf. Werewolves can’t get drunk.”
“’Told you.” Derek groans, pushing himself upright. “Poisoned.”
“Jesus.” Stiles drags a hand down his face. “Okay.” He takes a shaky breath. “We can handle this. Is this going to kill you?”
With a shake of his head, Derek manages to snag the younger man’s hand to reel him in. He hums happily under his breath, his arms coming up to wrap around the human’s waist. “My mate. Smell so good.”
“Whoa, hey.” Stiles plants his hands on Derek’s shoulders. “What’s this ‘mate’ business?” he asks, laughing nervously. “Are all werewolves this handsy when drunk?” He moves to step back, but Derek grips him tight, warm and solid against Stiles’ chest.
“I know how much you want me.” Derek’s voice is a low rumble in Stiles’ ear. “I can smell it on you.”
“Holy shit. Okay, let’s just—” Stiles manages to extricate himself from Derek’s grip. “—shelve that particular conversation for when you’re fucking sober.”
So much for keeping his feelings to himself. Stiles wonders how long Derek has known without saying anything. Glancing up, he almost laughs at Derek’s crestfallen expression, but his heart is still beating so loudly in his chest.
“How about we talk about this in the morning,” Stiles suggests. “Once you’ve relearned the meaning of personal space.”
Eyes narrowing in confusion, Derek’s nostrils flare as he scents the room. “But you want me.” He sounds so confused.
“Yeah, but not like this.” Stiles reaches forward to grab the werewolf by the arm and haul him to his feet. “C’mon big guy. Let’s get you to bed. Hopefully you’ll sleep off whatever this stuff is, and we can talk about this mate thing in the morning.”
its that time of year where people on tumblr are shouting “if you donate to AO3 and not my personal gofundme you are EVIL”
ok but what are they doing with $270K??
well as it happens, the otw is a nonprofit so they actually make their annual budgeting and expense reports public (spoiler: most of it goes toward servers and paying contractors)
“what are they doing with $270k” is probably the dumbest question you could ask. even without looking at their budget, ao3 is a huge nonprofit website that millions of people access in a single day. probably at the same time as well. there’s tons of data and variables and complex coding involved, what the fuck do you think they’re doing with the money oh my god
hookers and blow, obviously
reblog to increase the hookers and blow budget for the the AO3 moderators
