virtualsilver:

fanfictionwriter101:

I’d like everyone to see this

{Credit to amalasrosa on Twitter}

#real #not to be salty but this is what ive been saying#like everyone out here really still acting like fanfic isnt really writing#like its subpar and like it cant be good and have amazing lines#even fanfic writers treat it like its LESS and like theyre PLAY writing and not actually writing#like friend buddy ican ASSURE YOU that fanfic is every bit as real and good as writing from books#the only difference between fic and actual books is that books go through several stages of processing and editing and filtering#and are worked on by professionals who studied the craft of editing#while fanfiction cuts that filtering and everyone gets a chance to be heard and to be read#and instead of editors we have peer editing and reviewing#dont be fucking tricked by the mass notion that anything that young girls and queer people are interested in is immediately bad and subpar#bc it is fucking not #i will FIGHT for it #fanfiction (tags by @crossroadswrite bacause they add so much to this post)

mad-madam-m:

badmooonrising:

#THIS BETTER BE A FUCKING PRECURSOR TO SOME SHERIFF/MELISSA DATING#SHERIFF STILINSKI SHOWING UP AT THE MCCALL HOUSE IN A SUIT HE HASN’T WORN IN 10 YEARS AND HOLDING A BUNCH OF YELLOW ROSES#BECAUSE THEY’RE MELISSA’S FAVORITE OFC#SCOTT LETS HIM IN AND TAKES HIM INTO THE LIVING ROOM AND HAS A VERY SERIOUS ‘WHAT ARE YOUR INTENTIONS WITH MY MOTHER’ CONVERSATION#(which obviously is not nearly as threatening as Scott would like because he can’t stop grinning like A FUCKING DOPE)#And then Melissa comes down in a pretty dress and the sheriff is like ‘whoa’ and Scott is like ‘GO MOM GET IT’#They’re not out the door for five seconds when Scott is on the phone with Stiles#BECAUSE THEY ARE LITERALLY MORE EXCITED ABOUT THIS DATE THAN THEIR PARENTS ARE#Come on fandom give me allllllll of the awkward dating fics#because it’s been like 20 years since they’ve done this#And they’re such good friends#BONUS POINTS if their first kiss is either a chaste close-mouthed peck after a simple date#OR a ‘holy shit we almost just died’ hot-n-heavy makeout session after nearly getting killed by the Bad Guy du Jour#FOR LO I HAVE A MIGHTY NEED#Sherissa#tw s5 spoilers (via mad-madam-m)

Now I’m here imagining Stiles giving one look at his dad one morning, after a date with Melissa, and groaning pitifully. And Sheriff is all ‘What? What’s it, kiddo?’, and Stiles just makes a face and goes all “I really didn’t need to know that.” And Sheriff is confused, because what look is Stiles even talking about, and Stiles awkwardly gestures (almost knocking a glass in the process) and explains “Y’know, I know. Because you have this… glow. That kinda glow. You know. Of someone who… Y’know. And I didn’t want to know!” And the Sheriff is literally ‘WE ARE SO NOT HAVING THIS TALK. Also there’s no glow, this is bullshit… Right?” And Stiles groans again, and shakes his head, and “Yeah, yeah it might be. But that hickey on your neck is not. It’s a dead giveaway, dad. For god’s sake..” and goes away grumbling about parents and decorum and how he needs therapy now.

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YES YES I ADORE THIS.

But can you just imagine poor Scott? With his werewolf senses? He comes downstairs and she’s making coffee, humming happily to herself, and he’s about to say “good morning” when the smell hits him.

It’s not just his mom. It’s his mom and someone else, and it’s strong and familiar and ohgod

Scott claps a hand over his nose. “You had sex with Sheriff Stilinski!”

Mom whirls around and–oh my God–covers her neck with both hands. “What? How did you–we didn’t–No?”

Good God, he can hear the lie. Scott tries to keep one hand over his nose and block both his ears at the same time. “That’s good!” he says, because he’s proud of his mom, okay? And he likes the sheriff. But he did not need to smell this. Ever. “That’s really good! I’m happy for you. He’s…he’s good to you, right?”

Oh God. Scott just asked his mom about her sex life. He’s going to die.

Mom looks like she’s trying not to laugh at him. “He’s very good to me,” she says, with a smile on her face that Scott hasn’t seen in a long, long time.

He’s about to step forward and hug her when her smile turns mischievous. “Very good. Why, last night, he–”

Scott runs into the doorway in his haste to flee the kitchen and breaks his nose. (It’s healed by the time he gets up the stairs. The images in his mind, however, will take longer to get out.)

youfancymemaddearie:

Title: Awakening 
Rating: Teen
Theme: Alternate Canon
Word Count: 13997

Winston William Walters III. That was the name the visiting alpha gave in a tone that was equally as snooty as his damned name. And the way he held himself was arrogant. Like he was some aristocrat from the frickin’ Victorian era. The three piece suit he wore almost every time he met up with the Hale pack certainly didn’t help matters.

Stiles didn’t like him.

Something didn’t sit right with this guy. And not because of his snobby attitude. No…there was something off about him. Like, he had this wry grin that reminded Stiles of Peter, but like, a thousand of the dude. And his eyes glinted with some sick, malicious want. Made Stiles’ skin crawl.

Thankfully, Stiles wasn’t alone in his feelings.

Whenever his dad was in the same room with WWW, he eyed the wolf like he would with a suspect in the interrogation room. Kira, who usually like everyone and saw the good in everyone, always kept close to Allison or Stiles whenever WWW was visiting, still as a board and worrying at her lip till he left. Erica and Boyd wouldn’t stay in the room for more than five minutes before they would just leave with sour expressions. Allison would be on pins and needles until he left, sometimes her fingers twitching towards one of her many hidden weapons. Isaac would glare until he would mutter something to Lydia, who would also be glaring, and they would leave the room together, which was weird all around.

Derek had the most…strong reaction.

Read the rest on AO3!

teaboot:

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teaboot:

teaboot:

The amount of times I could have been that white girl in the horror movie could honestly be a movie in itself and it’s honestly a waste that my entire life isn’t constantly recorded on film because it would be HILARIOUS

1. That one time I decided to see what was past the old gate in the woods, but when got there it had been smashed in half and there was a decapitated sheep head with no skin just off the trail, so instead I just turned around and went home.

2. That time some friends and I went camping and we found a pile of bones wrapped in a garbage bag buried under a log, but the adult supervisor told us it was nothing, so we just put it back and didn’t talk about it again.

3. The time I was getting chased through the woods at night and I realized “wait it’s dark as fuck” so I just held still until the guy gave up and left.

4. The time this dude said he was in love with me and so he was going to cut my head off and dump my body in a lake, so I told him to grow the hell up, but then he got caught stealing girl’s underwear a day later and I never saw him again

5. That one time in college where I was taking a shortcut on my home at night and a car followed me into a dark alley, so I stared directly into the driver’s side of the window and walked towards it to psych them out

6. The night I was out on a walk and this old guy told me he’d locked his keys in his truck and that he needed someone my size to crawl in through the back window for him, so I told him “you know that sounds super suspicious right” and told him where to find a pay phone for a tow truck instead

7. The one time this random guy on the street said he was in love with me and so he was going to follow me home on my bus, so I clapped him on the shoulder and told him that if he got that close to my bus then I was going to throw him under the wheels, but then this really nice homeless man from Nigeria told the guy to fuck off and then checked to make sure he didn’t follow me onboard

8. That big cat with yellow eyes who I found in a well and brought home who used to put rotting meat in my closet and wake me up by chewing on my face, until I put him back outside and never saw him again.

9. My one cousin who used to come over for the summer who kept calling me ‘piñata’ and hitting me with sticks, until he went back home and was sent to juvie cause he finally got caught torturing animals

10. The time I got lost on the way to a meeting and wound up at a circus tent instead, and got followed by a full-out clown for three vacant street blocks

11. The pet hamster I had when I was seven who would scream all night and eventually escaped by ripping a bar out of its cage and wiggling through the hole. My mom caught it and put it back but it lived another year and a half until one night the screaming just stopped

12. The time I was whistling in the woods and something started whistling back, so I went home

13. That one night at summer camp where a group of girls got together to play ‘bloody mary’ in the lavatory and invited me to come with them so I said “no thanks” and stayed with the camp councillors and drank soup instead.

14. The old abandoned house I just moved into with the door that leads into a big empty room full of dirt and empty cooking pots that I just sort of… locked up forever and never go near

15. Once when I was at an ihop I saw a coffee mug do a full 360º spin with nobody touching it, so I said ‘that was neat’ and never ate there again

16. The time I took a photo of a big old raven sitting on the crucifix on top of the old town church cause it was the most goth thing I’d ever seen, right? But then it swooped down towards me, so I apologized immediately for being rude, and I felt a little silly for a while but the car that hit me on the way home didn’t even leave a bruise so idk be nice to birds

Sorry I know I bring this shit up a lot but sometimes im awake at night and I just. keep thinking

I think the secret to survival is to be good to animals, stay away from men, and say “no thanks” to everything else

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erinwert:

selesnyapokemonprofessor:

solace-y:

howlsmovingumbrellastand:

I’ve finally managed to make a vine compilation short enough that Tumblr will let me post it!

I thought it wasn’t possible to crack an egg in your palm like that how to fuck did he

This is a good one 12/10

this is legit my favorite vine compilation ever, i’m crying

#Erin your friend Jackie is in it and it’s a different vine than usual! – lmao omg elvira your tags are the best

“Wait, you’re a superhero?” “How do you not know? My face is literally on the news on a weekly basis.” “I’m in grad school. I won’t have time to follow popular media until I finish my thesis. You’re lucky I’ve carved out some non-existent free time to date you.” Stiles/Steve Rogers crossover

allirica:

this is my first time writing Steve Rogers and, well, pretty much all of the characters in this apart from Stiles and Scott. so, uh, please go easy on me? 

warnings for: mcu typical violence.  also, Stiles swears a lot in this, like, a lot

***

So, here’s the thing.

This thing with Steve?

Stiles is pretty sure that it’s not gonna last.

Like, at all.

He’s done the math, okay, and he’s very much aware that the
chances of them lasting more than a couple of months is depressingly low.  It’s doesn’t even really have anything to do
with Stiles’ admittedly flawed self esteem or his trust issues, though, yeah,
okay, they might be a small factor.

It’s just that…Steve is nice.  Really nice.
Ludicrously handsome, all
blond hair and blue eyes and a jaw that Stiles just wants to lick.  Not to mention the muscles.  Stiles is pretty sure Steve is big enough to
almost put the poster of Thor in Stiles’ apartment to shame.  And his hugs.  God damn.

But he’s just so good.  Not many people would narrowly avoid getting
hit by a truck to stop a stranger
from being hit by a bicycle, but
Steve did, saving Stiles from getting run over…by an eighty year old on a bike.  And that goodness, genuine goodness, it’s so
rare, but it shines out of Steve, in his eyes, in his bashful smile, in the
slight shyness he has whenever he talks to Stiles that is just horribly
endearing.  He’s warm, he’s kind…he’s really fucking stubborn, but Stiles
doesn’t even mind that too much, because he knows he’s kinda pigheaded
sometimes too.  

He’s the exact opposite of Stiles’ usual type.  Like his ex, Jackson – fucking Jackson, who despite being a grade A
douchebag at times, Stiles is still good friends with because he knows there’s
something redeeming in there, just…buried really, really deep.  

Steve is good.

And Stiles…is Stiles.

So, really, while the numerous dates they’ve been on have
been nice, Stiles knows that this isn’t gonna last.

He just needs Steve to figure it out too, because every time
Stiles tries to tell him, Steve disarms him with one of those smiles, all soft
and slightly hesitant, like allowing himself this happiness is new, different, and his whole attention is
focused on Stiles and Stiles only and it’s…

Yeah.  It kind of makes
Stiles feel giddy.

And then there’s the kissing.

Steve is a really
good kisser.

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