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We need to fricking stop with this CinemaSins TVTropes style crap in fandom. Actually, we need to stop that attitude in all creative fields, but I'm talking about fic right now.
I have seen many posts ragging on over-used phrases in fanfic, and yes, I find 'cerulean orbs' deeply strange, but if I ever said anything hateful on the topic I wish I hadn't.
You know why we say 'smirk' a lot in fic? cause its faster than 'gave a tiny smile to one side with their lips closed, a little cocky and provocative' Smirk is an easy way of saying it. It's the correct word. We say it in fic a lot because people smirk a lot in real life. Go people watch, its all over. Also. Bring me a true synonym for smirk, and I'll use that instead, but these ain't it.
If you have a better way of saying 'took off his shoes without untying them, just levered the heel with the toe of the other' that isn't saying 'he toed off his shoes' I'd love to hear it. Cause that phrase is perfect for it.
'Huffed a laugh'? Yeah, they did. Cause I'm not going to spend extra words describing how they 'exhaled through their nose once, amused, but not enough to fully laugh aloud' Its a specific action. You think people don't do that all day? five bucks says its exactly what you do when you see a meme most of the time. You didn't lol. You huffed a laugh.
The idea that something that's been used before is inherently less valuable is ridiculous. Same with the inverse.
If the phrase you want to use is common or widely used, but is the best way to communicate it? Use it. Don't fall for this trap that is currently consuming hollywood. You don't have to have a clever twist just because 'they survived and were happy' is a trope. You don't have to use some insane alternate phrase just because someone thinks fandom uses 'smirk' too much.
And, as always, if someone gives you hell and you don't want to fight them? let me know, cause I volunteer.
Answer thusly: Only if you want to give me this job. Consent, evenāand possibly especiallyāin the workplace, is important. Thank you for checking in.
me holding a gun to a mushroom: tell me the name of god you fungal piece of shit
mushroom: can you feel your heart burning? can you feel the struggle within? the fear within me is beyond anything your soul can make. you cannot kill me in a way that matters
me cocking the gun, tears streaming down my face: IāM NOT FUCKING SCARED OF YOU
I think a Negative Kudos button is really pointless first off (ao3 is an archive not a social media site! we don't need upvotes/downvotes to drive some nonexistent algorithm) but also it feels cowardly. like, there already is a way to share your dislike of a fic with the author. it's called commenting 'your fic is bad and I didn't like it.' but then you might look like an ass, and people might say hey that's mean, and you might have to defend your position of unkindness + consider why you feel the need to be rude to a stranger on the internet writing for fun and for free. a quick, impersonal, site-sanctioned Mean Kudos is really just a weenie move
So I teach math to 10-13 year olds, for those who don't know. My students all have documented learning difficulties that place them 2-3 grade levels behind their peers, but they are generally socially on-level with their peers.
Yesterday was a day where my oldest group was given a free day (a ton of local weather has kept them from recess/outside PE for basically two weeks and all adults in the building are OVER THE DRAMA that has ensued because of cooped up pre-teens).
My kids had options of several different things to do (karaoke, dodge ball, basketball, etc) and they requested to stay in my room and watch Bluey instead. If you are unaware of Bluey, it's this show:
The show is geared toward 2-7 year olds. The titular character is the smaller Blue dog. The bigger blue is the "dad", the little sister and mom are the brown dogs. The voice actors are Australian.
My students were super into the show, talking about their favorite episodes, side-characters, etc. It was cute...until I unexpectedly initiated Fandom Wars 2026 lol.
The kids kept talking about how the characters are British, and I -- mind more on end of year paperwork than the show -- said, "Nah, that's an Australian accent."
One student, in a thoughtful voice, said, "Well that makes sense. They're Australian shepherds."
Another girl got OFFENDED(tm) and shouted, "OMG! NO, THEY'RE BLUE HEELERS! BLUE-Y. BLUE HEELER."
(Cue AP poking her head in due to shouting lol.)
Me: Whoa. This is math class. You don't even have the option of Drama class until 8th grade. Chill.
Student 2: *flails* Blue. Heelers.
Student 1: Australian accent! Australian shepherds!
AP: *backs out slowly while cackling at my pain*
Me: #1. I don't care enough to Google it. Student 3, please Google this to settle our sudden classroom debate.
Student 3: Bluey and dad are Blue Heelers. Other dogs are Red Heelers. They are ALL Australian working breeds.
Students 1 and 2, simultaneously: I told you so!
Why did I tell you this story? Because if I have to gain yet another piece of completely useless knowledge... so do you.
@yudidoodles Tumblr does not let me respond to comments, etc, but also omg.
I need to rouse my old Sterek peeps from their slumber. Slumbering Sterek peeps, please back me up here. Sterek is THE Teen Wolf ship. Like, by millions of fics or something? I'm pretty sure the pie chart looks like
And the uneaten pie is Sterek. Which is hilarious when you think about all the ...eating they do.
But yes. Sterek. Like, if you just click on Stiles Stilinksi/Derek Hale on AO3, you're gonna get 3860 pages of results.
Hello! Ive been on a fantasy movie craze lately so I was wondering if you have any good sterek fics with a fantasy setting or in a fantasy world, maybe some similar to Avatar (the movies), Thank you!
Hi! sorry for taking so long to reply
The Devil in the Next RoomĀ byĀ Gia279
Derek is on the run from officers of the temple he used to serve when he finds a sick, delirious witch cornered by palace officers.
With so many witches dead or imprisoned due to the outlawing and criminalization of magic, he can't just leave him--even if he risks his own freedom.
Along the way, he discovers that even dying from fever, his new friend is powerful and could be just what he needs to save himself, the remains of his pack, and maybe the whole kingdom.
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Lydia Martin has been living as a human apothecary for the last three years--ever since Derek Hale saved her life. When he shows up on her doorstep with a sick, dying witch, she can't turn him away, even if it means sacrificing the life she's built for herself.
Solace to the SoulĀ byĀ sockpuppetstrings
Solace to the heart, solace to the soul, solace to the bones that feed the loam.
In the aftermath of his motherās death, a young Stiles concocts a plan to bring her back from the grave. All thatās required is that he cleanse her spirit, sacrifice a small animal, and then bind her to the plane of the living. It shouldāve been easy. But things go awry when he meets the dying god of Beacon Hills Forest. Someone has already made a sacrifice on the Nemetonās rings and Stilesā improvised ritual ends up with him soulbound to a mysterious Wolfkind boy.
Flashforward eight years, and his father disappears during one of his courier assignments. Worried that he may be hurt or worse, Stiles embarks on a journey to find him and crosses paths with Derek Hale, a Wolfkind alpha who knows more than heās telling and has eyes that are remarkably familiarā¦
UnveiledĀ byĀ Dexterous_Sinistrous
Stilesā hands were shaking as he took a handful of his veil, though he wished he could act bravely and just tear the material off. He slowly began to lift the veil, his heartbeat racing as he continued to look at the Alpha through the material.
'There isnāt another way', Stiles reassured himself.
His veil felt heavier than it should as he lifted it over his chin.
Calloused hands grasped Stilesā wrists in a tight hold.
Stiles was startled, his actions halted. His veil was hanging just below his lips as he observed the Alpha.
~*~
Or, can love blossom while hidden by a veil?
The Light in the WoodsĀ byĀ DiscontentedWinter
To honour a treaty with the people of a strange land, Derek Hale, prince of the kingdom of Triskelion, has to marry Stiles.
Secret hoardĀ byĀ Nival_Vixen
Everyone knows that a dragon needs a hoard, and without one, the dragon will die. None of Stiles' friends know what his hoard is, and they're all worried that he doesn't have one.
In the village below the dragons' mountains, werewolves live with humans, and Derek Hale is curious to know more about the dragons. He just doesn't expect one to fall from the sky.
bend bridges, mend bonesĀ byĀ ThealmostrhetoricalquestionĀ
They burst through the portal in a gust of stale air and violet light, landing hard on the outskirts of a swamp. Stiles feels his knees buckle, both from the magic required to keep the portal open and from the force of their landing, but he grits his teeth, determined to stay standing in the presence of Derek Hale and his pack. Christ, it would be just his luck to rocket through his own portal at neck-breaking speeds and collide face-first with a puddle of sticky, disgusting mud.
Thankfully that doesnāt happen, which is good because Stiles canāt really afford to add useless to the list of things that Mageās are; untrustworthy cowards, meddlers,Ā monsters.
(In which there's an awful lot of fighting, people learn to trust people, and Stiles saves the day. Repeatedly. Over and over again. And he would like someĀ credit, goddamnit, Derek.)
Don't You Wanna Be My Sky?Ā byĀ WhoNatural
Stiles got ratted out by the Realm Guard for sneaking off with Scott a total of seven times before his dad buckled, promising sabbatical once Stiles reached Faehood, and enough Earth culture in the meantime to have him talking like a born-and-bred Californian teenager.He just didnāt have the tan.(Or, in which Stiles is a Frost Fae sent to the Earth Realm on the Fae version of Rumspringa and immediately falls head-first into a Coffee Shop AU)
Somewhere to StartĀ byĀ Lissadiane
Stiles has always known that he isn't quite human - the plant life that tends to sprout around him whenever he gets upset or excited gives it away. He's never really fit in among the regular people in Beacon Hills and is determined to wait it out, go to college, and find somewhere to belong. He's forced to abandon those plans, however, after he desperately agrees to enter into an arranged marriage to save his father's life.
An arranged marriage with an angry, sometimes furry dude with trust issues. It's all very Beauty and the Beast, without the singing candlesticks.
The Last Chills of WinterĀ byĀ LeeHan
āHe didnāt magically charm me,ā Derek shot back in his defense.
āOh, so he just regular charmed you?ā Laura said with a smirk.
āWhat? No,ā Derek growled.
āWas he hot?ā
āNo! He justāāĀ
He just had a laugh like a sun shower. Fuck.
Every Moment of the NightĀ byĀ aurevell
When he was younger, Derekās mother taught him about the fae and their penchant for mischief. So when he meets one in the woods many years later, he steels himself for a trick. As it turns out, though, Stiles isnāt quite what he expectedāand avoiding his spell may be much harder than it seems.
EtheriaĀ byĀ FlamingBlueEyes
Stiles had been accepted to be an engineer on the prestigious space ship Beacon. However, when a Hunter attack leaves the ship in pieces, Stiles is forced to evacuate. He and the first commanding officer, Derek Hale, get stranded on an alien planet. While waiting for rescue the two must figure out how to survive while unraveling the mysteries of the planet.
Ultra VioletĀ byĀ ElisAttack
"There's no way he's a quarian. Least of all the quarian prince we're supposed to be escorting." Erica whines, and Derek wonders why he named her his staff lieutenant, she has no tact whatsoever.
"I'm sorry, but you must be a level 4 friend to unlock my tragic back-story." The prince jokes. "And call me Stiles, even I can't pronounce my actual name."
Or the one where Derek and his crew are assigned to be the glorified babysitter of an alien prince, and everything is not as it seems.
Like Thunder, Like Fire, Like Tenderness and DesireĀ byĀ crossroadswriteĀ
Not that Derek has a business, especially not with Stiles because- because thatās not something that would happen. Ever. Stiles is annoying and loud and he does this thing with his wings where they just never stay still and-
āDerek! My favorite librarian,ā Stiles greets with a grin and a half, approaching the circular desk. His messenger bag slips precariously down his shoulder and he contorts his wing, catching the strap with his wing thumb and setting it back into place.
Derek looks away, typing gibberish into his laptop to seem like heās busy.
Itās not like he cares how skilled Stilesā wings look. Itās not like he cares how broad and strong looking they are, how utterly breathtaking they are with their night sky blue primary and their thunder pattern of bright incandescent white, like lightning got caught in them.
The Third SacrificeĀ byĀ aurevell
Stiles can see the writing on the wall. Everyone knows the Stilinskis are cursed, or magic, or both. He knows heāll be picked as the third sacrificeāthe one that dies for the sake of the harvest. But he doesnāt intend to let some ancient god rip his heart out, not if magic can help it.
If only Derek, his estranged best friend, would stop hounding him about his plans to escape.
ConstellationsĀ byĀ thedaughterofkings
Building relations with an alien race was always going to be difficult enough anyways. But when he meets Stiles, Derek finds himself with a rather more personal incentive to 'make nice with the aliens'.
Now they only need to figure out their translation issues.
Unquiet WandererĀ byĀ Bliz,Ā wanderingeyre
Itās there to the west, but every time Stiles tries to concentrate in that direction as he breathes and reaches out to the energies around him, it slips from his mindās eye like a shadow in the sun. The first time, he dismisses it as a trick of his mind. The second time he thinks that perhaps he doesnāt have the skills to reach his mind that far. The third time, the awareness stops and turns to him, heavy and oily thick. Stiles comes out of that meditative trance wet with sweat and choked by fear. The acrid taste of malevolence and minerals stays on his tongue for hours.
After The War Was WonĀ byĀ willowswhiten
The war is over, and King Scott of Beacon has summoned his noblemen to court. Amongst them is Derek, Alpha Duke of Hale, a young man whose ferocity and heroism have made him a household name, even beginning to change the public's perception of wolf-shifters. After all, Derek and his pack are widely considered to have turned the tides of the war in Beacon's favour.
Omega Prince Stiles' war has been a bloody one, though he never saw a moment's conflict. As a noble omega, his life should have been champagne and gossip, but instead he somehow persuaded his brother to let him use his magick and work as a healer in the court's emergency hospital.
With the final battle in such close memory, can either trust in what fate has planned?
House of the Howling WolvesĀ byĀ owiil (rlnerdgirl)
When crown prince Derek Hale of the kingdom of Triskelle finds himself unexpectedly holding the life-debt of a Twillian fae, he and his sister see an opportunity to save their dying kingdom.
Now, as Derek travels north into the Twill, he must put faith in his Twillian guide, Stiles, to keep him safe as they journey through a mystical land of magic and danger.
As their journey continues, Derek finds himself drawn to his companion and left struggling to consider what will become of them once debts are paid and the Kingdom of Triskelle stands strong once again.
Never venture into the Twill,
for in the heart of those lands you will
find only magic and the strange.
A place where bones shift and forms change,
as man turns to wolf and the moon holds sway
over minds and hearts led astray.
Heed this warning, this solemn call,
lest the Twillian magics you shall befall.
Love Me TinderĀ byĀ andavs
To save the kingdom from a curse of unending winter, Derek is sent by his king to retrieve the mythical Firebird of legendāwho turns out to be less of a mythical creature and more of a probable criminal who has no interest in being retrieved by anyone for anything.
A Wingbeat of MoonlightĀ byĀ AllTheseSquaresMakeACircle
Derek's mother had always told him to beware of that which walked through the trees. The creatures that walked between ths world and others. He had always listened. Then, he happened to meet Stiles one night. Ever since then, things never really seemed to calm down.
Stiles wasn't afraid to say the forest was more of a home to him that the village grounds his tribe lived on. Ever since he was a child he'd always been pulled by the forest and over the years the pull had only become stronger and more insistent. However, it wasn't until he stumbled upon a naked man near a creek that he started to understand what the meaning behind the pull was.
In The Forest, Dark And DeepĀ byĀ Welsh_WomanĀ
The woods have been Stiles' home for all his life, so when something Dark starts to creep in, it's obvious that his world is going to change...
In more ways than one.
AquamarineĀ byĀ Hedwig221b
The nymph was the best prey Derek had ever had ā evading him at every turn, yet teasing within reach. Here, in the middle of the lake, between crumbling ruins of the naiadās temple, with Stiles pressed against him, Derek could taste the life again. He was as close to peace as it got. If only he could satisfy the heat in his lower parts, to turn his head and seal his lips against Stilesā smile, to sink into him and make love, long and sweet, all night ātill morningā¦ If he could wake each day to Stiles lying next to him, maybe, then his soul would settle.
But now, even while breathing the same air, Derek did not have him at all.
Still, he kept coming. Fixing things, bringing things, pulling Stiles close until he stopped resisting. All creatures yearned for warmth, and Stiles, with his transparent clothes clinging to his slender, wet body was not an exception.
your fangs against my skin (the sound of your bones)Ā byĀ Hedwig221b
This was it, then, huh? It wasĀ thatĀ easy for Derek to invite someone to his den. Someone other than Stiles.
He healed the wolf. Stiles killed his tormentor, mended his blood and bones, and let him sleep beside him. But none of it was enough.
He wasnāt a spark, after all, but a witch ā evil and alone, locked up in his tower.
Witches didnāt get happy endings.
why does this have 32k notes? itās just a picture of a knife in a ranch bottle, is there some unspoken joke that 32 thousand people share? what is going on here, i dont get it. itās just a fucking picture of a knife in a ranch bottle. is there some spiritual connection people have to this picture? is there some ominous and mystical reasoning that this has 32 thousand notes? do people reblog this because it makes them look like some indie blogger? or is there just something funny to this? someone please explain
My grand nieces (5 and 8) are visiting for the day and are having a braid-off using my hair (I'm in HEAVEN) and they were just having a conversation about my hair.
5: She has sparkle in it! Look!!!
8: OMG it's like tinsel!
Me: Is it my silver hairs?
5: *gasp* YES. How did you get that?
8: It's so cool! My mom needs that!
Me: I got old, babies! When you get as old as me, you can also have tinsel hair.
5: How old do I have to be?
Me: Almost 50. Probably 50 to really get the best glitter.
"In the instance an employer makes an illegal request for a photograph as part of a job application, you may submit a complaint to the United States Equal Employment Opportunity Commission." Successful violation fee collections are paid partially to the one who suffered the violation, which in many cases exceeds a year of work at these shit jobs. There's only two weak points to a corporation, and those are in the budget and in the supply chain. Hit them where it hurts.
I fully understand this isnāt everyone, but love the sect of m/m shippers who donāt want to be inserted into the relationship at all. dont want to fuck them, donāt want x/reader. this isnāt about me itās about my boys being in situations and then fucking about it. Iām barely a fly on the wall im not even here.
you are not wasting time you are vibing. you are not being unproductive you are literally chilling. make a grill cheese with cheddar cheese and slather a piece of the bread with some honey and maybe you'll relax
Innes Keeper's Formula For Fantastic Grilled Cheeses
(for nearly no extra spoons!)
Are you hungry? Do you have a hankering for grilled cheese sandwiches like, way more than a normal person maybe? Great news! I am about to give you the secret knowledge I stole, like Prometheus himself, from the Akashic Recordsāto bring back to Prudencia! And Iām even doing it without a ten hour long lecture about how the Akashic Records makes me think of idfk, 9/11, and how that relates to sandwiches.
I will, however, briefly say this: You gotta trust me when I say cooking grilled cheeses via this formula WILL grant you Bloodborne Insight. There is no fucking reason that making a grilled cheese this fucking delicious should be this fucking easy. I feel like Iām cheating God every time I do it because it takes (nearly) no extra spoons. And hereās where I show you why.
INGREDIENTS ā SEASONINGS
-butter, i usually use 2 or 3 tablespoons per sandwich
-garlic cloves, I use 3 usually
-a source of heat, like red pepper flakes, or szechuan peppers
-a source of spice OR a source of sweetness, such as dijon mustard or honey. slather that motherfucker on a slice of your bread.
-a source of herbiness, such as oregano, thyme, sage, rosemary, etc in any combination that goes well together or on its own. if someone tries to tell you that you need it fresh, theyāre fucking lying, the 2$ crushed powdered sage is fucking great. experiment with other spices such as ground turmeric if you're spicy
INGREDIENTS - THE METAPHORICAL MEAT OF THE SANDWICH
-two slices of bread per sandwich. this is actually a massive influence on your sandwich taste and texture as a whole. a basic white or wheat will still be fucking delicious because like I said, I stole this from the Akashic Records cookbook section and found it under āfucking perfect grilled cheeses foreverā. However, if you CANāgetting bread like brioche, texas toast, brown bread, rye, or sourdough will make a sandwich already being elevated super easily to āpay 23 dollars at a fancy restaurantā level of elevation.
-one to three types of cheese per sandwich. you can get away with one type but really try for two or three if you can swing it.
this is also one of those massive influences over the sandwichālisten, i know, thatās obvious, but stay with meāwhat matters
isnāt the SPECIES of cheese, itās the TYPE of cheese. getting the deli at your local Safeway or Walmart or whatever and asking for the cheese they gotta cut (or just in general the fancier, better-quality cheeses) is literally the only major requirement that I ask of you. If you are on SNAP/EBT programs, me too, and I promise you: Please do this. Please trust me when I say do not get the cheap Kraft-type cheese because itās less money. I know itās a bit extra but itās only a bit to get like 1/4 or 1/3lb and you have no idea how much Iām actually getting a little emotional about this, because the ārice with butter and beans or top ramen every single dayā life is soulsucking and sickening and it is genuinely one of the greatest sources of suffering
to human beings I can imagine, Iām serious. Following this formula will genuinely change your life/mental health just a bit because you know that you have one meal that is super delicious, super filling, pretty damn cheap when it comes to how much you get, and super easy to make on days where the idea of doing more than just 15 minutes MAX is gonna make you wanna die.
super sorry for that paragraph btw i just really cannot overstate how this is a lifechanger especially when youre poor/low spoons/depressed. delicious food makes me not be as depressed. this is that.
METHOD
Take garlic cloves and crush them either with the meat of your palm or the flat of a knife or literally anything that would crush good. Take bread slices and put a source of spice or sweetness if you are using one. take a pan and put it on the stove on low-medium heat (aka a 2 out of 10).
Place the butter in the pan, as well as the garlic cloves, the source of heat, and the source of herbiness. Congratulations you have now literally done ALL the extra effort that you need to make a grilled cheese like this. Thatās it. No extra dishes. No fussing with amounts or chopping or whatever. Thatās it.
The butter will melt in the pan and soak up the delicious ingredients that you also put into the pan. Take each slice of bread and place it in the pan to butter it, OR just take one slice, place the cheese on it, and then put the other bread on. Itās really just a matter of extra effort.
When the bread is in the pan, turn it up to medium heat (5 out of 10) and just sorta let it sit for a bit. When you can see the cheese start to get visibly meltyāor when you vibecheck itāflip it once and just do the same thing.
When youāve grilled your cheese on both sides, take it out of the pan and put it on a plate (or just a paper towel to save on dish spoons. btw paper plates and plastic utensils are a fucking godsend if you hate dishes and/or canāt do them very easily/takes a lot of effort.)
oh. oh my god. holy fuck. what. how. why. this is delicious. i kinda burned my bread and my cheese didnt melt all the way but it's still the best thing ive ever tasted?????
oh my god. this is so fucking good. the butter melting and absorbing the spices and herbs already smelled amazing, but then i threw the bread on and it started smelling EVEN BETTER. then i took a bite. holy FUCK this is better than sex. i legitimately believe that Innes Keeper stole this shit from Prometheus, there's no other way to explain why this is so easy to make, yet so FUCKING good, other than cheating a god.
ok me and my partner went back and made this. exact words upon eating were āweāve cheated godā and āi feel like my world just got rockedā and then we were both energized to get back to drawing. proof:
