when the character is obsessive and desperate and guilty and scared and ashamed and traumatized and repressed
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when the character is obsessive and desperate and guilty and scared and ashamed and traumatized and repressed
(girl who's been thinking about The Character nonstop for two months voice) you'll never guess what this song reminds me of
TOMORROW IS HALLOWEEN!!!
WHAT THE FUCK IT’S CHRISTMAS EVE WHY DID SOMEONE REBLOG THIS
TOMORROW IS HALLOWEEN!!!
TOMORROW IS HALLOWEEN!!!
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TOMORROW IS HALLOWEEN!!!
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TOMORROW IS HALLOWEEN
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TOMMORROW IS HALLOWEEN
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ITS THE FUCKING MIDDLE OF SEPTEMBER
TOMORROW IS HALLOWEEN
TOMORROW IS HALLOWEEN
Ladies and gentlemen... her
My woke take, as someone who has worked in both a public library and a school library, is that we desperately need both more books that are at a higher reading level but a less mature subject matter, and more books that are at a lower reading level but a more mature subject matter, because 8 year olds who are advanced readers are still 8 year olds and don't want to read about graphic violence and torture, and teens and adults who have learning difficulties or who are just later readers for whatever reason are still teens and adults and don't want to read about Billy the Bunny going to school or whatever the hell.
op disabled reblogs but I think the point still stands
Welcome to Stiles’s Whumptober, where we can indulge in inflicting suffering onto Stiles years after the show has ended.
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I've said it before but I'll say it again I refuse to believe anyone that likes turning themselves into the opposite gender as much as Naruto does is anything close to cis I cant prove it but I know in my heart that lad is gender fluid
kids of color, you’re allowed to get a bitey when a white friend does something racist. literally 0 percent of people of color are obligated to be nice and palatable for white people. holding your tongue in the name of kindness doesn’t really do much in regards to stuff like this because white people are going to see you calling out their own racism as unkind anyways. white people, if a person of color comes off as aggressive while calling you out for racism, just fucking listen to them. they’re not coming from nowhere, and believe it or not: they know more about racism than you do! shocker, i know. just thickskin it, because it’s really not about you.
white ppl can rb but keep your damn mouths shut
stiles ❀ pastels ❀ season three a
Peter stretches his arm over his head, feeling satisfied and relaxed. His other arm is around Stiles, whose head is resting on Peter’s chest. Late afternoon shafts of sunlight drift across the wall with the movement of the curtains in the breeze from the open window. It’s as close to perfection as anything could be, Peter thinks.
Stiles’s forefinger traces Peter’s skin, over his pecs and down to the hair on his belly and then back up again. He does that sort of thing a lot. Sometimes it’s after sex, sometimes they’re fully clothed. He’ll tap his fingers along Peter’s arm, or run his hand up and down his thigh, or take a curl at the base of Peter’s neck and wind it around his finger over and over, like he’s using Peter to stim.
It had almost felt like too much at first, after Peter had gone years with limited physical contact outside of sex. He’d had to learn how to be touched like this again, without any intent behind it, just contact for contact’s sake. Now he has to hold back the rumbling purr that threatens to overtake him when Stiles does this.
“Peter?”
“Yes pet?”
“I want to tell you something, but before I tell you, I just need you to know I’m only telling you because I want you to know, not because I expect you to do something about it.”
“Okay,” Peter says. He’d be nervous, but Stiles smells content and unbothered. It’s probably nothing serious.
“Okay,” Stiles says, sounding determined. His finger stops its path, and he rests his hand on Peter’s stomach instead, taking a deep breath before continuing. “I love you. I love you so fucking much. And not even in a romantic way. I mean, probably that too, but like, I love you. You’re smart and funny and awesome and my best friend. I could live without you, but I really don’t fucking want to ever again. Anyway, I just thought you should know.”
The words hit Peter like a freight train. How long has it been since anyone has said they love him? How long has it been since someone has loved him at all? Derek did once, and maybe he does still, but he’s not sure. He hasn’t been sure of anything like that in a long time.
“Hey,” Stiles says, uncharacteristically soft. He’s lifted his head to look at Peter now, his eyebrows drawn down in concern.
And that’s when Peter realizes he’s crying, tears running down to trickle into his ears. Well, that’s embarrassing. Maybe it’s not so embarrassing with Stiles though, who is wiping Peter’s tears away with his thumb while he peppers his jaw with kisses murmuring “it’s okay it’s okay it’s okay.”
Peter sniffs, pulls himself together. “Sorry,” he says, trying to muster some dignity.
“My dad says real men cry,” Stiles says with a little smirk. “You okay?”
“Yes.” He’s better than okay. He pulls Stiles into a real kiss, licking into his mouth to taste him, fingers clenched in his hair.
“I love you too,” Peter says, once they come up for air.
“I know,” Stiles says. He looks smug. “I would have known even if you never said it, but it’s nice to hear it.”
Peter feels another rush of emotion, but he’s not going to cry anymore, so he just buries his nose in Stiles’s hair and says, “Yes it is.”