Sterek AU: Stiles might have a small, tiny, almost insignificant (really, he promises) thing for Derek in tight spandex. It’s a good thing that Derek turns out to be very okay with it.
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Sterek AU: Stiles might have a small, tiny, almost insignificant (really, he promises) thing for Derek in tight spandex. It’s a good thing that Derek turns out to be very okay with it.
me posting new edits even tho I know I have almost no active followers these days who will even care
hey
guess what
you’re so close to surviving 2018
you can make it
i’m so proud that you’re still here
keep going buddy
i love you
Is there any hatred stronger than the rage kids get towards Barney the dinosaur as soon as they are just a little too old for Barney the dinosaur
So, this guy, Martin Pistorius, fell into a coma when he was 12 years old and eventually awoke completely paralyzed, at least physically. He was misdiagnosed. Doctors believed he was in a completely vegetative state, but in reality, he had regained full consciousness and awareness. He just didn’t possess any motor function, so he couldn’t communicate to anyone that he was alive in there. He lived this way for 12 years before he overcame it by sheer force of will and was given the tools to communicate. He tells his story in his book, Ghost Boy. Since then he’s also been the subject of the first episode of Invisibilia on NPR and had his own TedTalk.
Anyway, the breaking point that incited his plan of escape was being forced to watch Barney reruns all day, everyday at his care center. Sitting in front of the TV, he learned to tell the time by the shadows on the wall. If he had time he could know when Barney would end. With the ability to measure his days, he was able to pull himself out of the void and ultimately start down the path to recovery. Today, Martin can communicate whatever he wants with the help of a computer program, but there’s one thing he can’t articulate: “I cannot even express to you how much I hated Barney.”
So it turns out that the primal hatred people have toward Barney is strong enough to pull a disembodied consciousness out of the abyss of existential despair and into the physical world out of pure spite
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I see someone failed to mention what kind of pussies they meant in their blue ball @Staff meeting.
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IT GOT FUCKING FLAGGED I’M SCREAMING
THE FUCKING PUNCHLINE, I’M ENDED
i’m dog sitting for rich lesbians
what breed of dog is that
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I’m howling that this hasn’t been flagged yet
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so i work at a retirement home and one of the residents heard me saying “mood” all the time and she asked what it meant and now she won’t stop saying it
another resident fell over and she was just like “mood”
op you are adding invasive elements to a fragile ecosystem, society is going to collapse because of this
mood
Flagged upon posting, you cruel bastard.
Chiune Sugihara. This man saved 6000 Jews. He was a Japanese diplomat in Lithuania. When the Nazis began rounding up Jews, Sugihara risked his life to start issuing unlawful travel visas to Jews. He hand-wrote them 18 hrs a day. The day his consulate closed and he had to evacuate, witnesses claim he was STILL writing visas and throwing from the train as he pulled away. He saved 6000 lives. The world didn’t know what he’d done until Israel honored him in 1985, the year before he died.
Why can’t we have a movie about him?
He was often called “Sempo”, an alternative reading of the characters of his first name, as that was easier for Westerners to pronounce.
His wife, Yukiko, was also a part of this; she is often credited with suggesting the plan. The Sugihara family was held in a Soviet POW camp for 18 months until the end of the war; within a year of returning home, Sugihara was asked to resign - officially due to downsizing, but most likely because the government disagreed with his actions.
He didn’t simply grant visas - he granted visas against direct orders, after attempting three times to receive permission from the Japanese Foreign Ministry and being turned down each time. He did not “misread” orders; he was in direct violation of them, with the encouragement and support of his wife.
He was honoured as Righteous Among the Nations in 1985, a year before he died in Kamakura; he and his descendants have also been granted permanent Israeli citizenship. He was also posthumously awarded the Life Saving Cross of Lithuania (1993); Commander’s Cross Order of Merit of the Republic of Poland (1996); and the Commander’s Cross with Star of the Order of Polonia Restituta (2007). Though not canonized, some Eastern Orthodox Christians recognize him as a saint.
Sugihara was born in Gifu on the first day of 1900, January 1. He achieved top marks in his schooling; his father wanted him to become a physician, but Sugihara wished to pursue learning English. He deliberately failed the exam by writing only his name and then entered Waseda, where he majored in English. He joined the Foreign Ministry after graduation and worked in the Manchurian Foreign Office in Harbin (where he learned Russian and German; he also converted to the Eastern Orthodox Church during this time). He resigned his post in protest over how the Japanese government treated the local Chinese citizens. He eventually married Yukiko Kikuchi, who would suggest and encourage his acts in Lithuania; they had four sons together. Chiune Sugihara passed away July 31, 1986, at the age of 86. Until her own passing in 2008, Yukiko continued as an ambassador of his legacy.
It is estimated that the Sugiharas saved between 6,000-10,000 Lithuanian and Polish Jewish people.
It’s a tragedy that the Sugiharas aren’t household names. They are among the greatest heroes of WWII. Is it because they were from an Axis Power? Is it because they aren’t European? I don’t know. But I’ve decided to always reblog them when they come across my dash. If I had the money, I would finance a movie about them.
He told an interviewer:
You want to know about my motivation, don’t you? Well. It is the kind of sentiments anyone would have when he actually sees refugees face to face, begging with tears in their eyes. He just cannot help but sympathize with them. Among the refugees were the elderly and women. They were so desperate that they went so far as to kiss my shoes, Yes, I actually witnessed such scenes with my own eyes. Also, I felt at that time, that the Japanese government did not have any uniform opinion in Tokyo. Some Japanese military leaders were just scared because of the pressure from the Nazis; while other officials in the Home Ministry were simply ambivalent.
People in Tokyo were not united. I felt it silly to deal with them. So, I made up my mind not to wait for their reply. I knew that somebody would surely complain about me in the future. But, I myself thought this would be the right thing to do. There is nothing wrong in saving many people’s lives….The spirit of humanity, philanthropy…neighborly friendship…with this spirit, I ventured to do what I did, confronting this most difficult situation—and because of this reason, I went ahead with redoubled courage.
He died in nearly complete obscurity in Japan. His neighbors were shocked when people from all over, including Israeli diplomatic personnel, showed up at quiet little Mr. Sugihara’s funeral.
I will forever reblog this, I wish more people would know about them!
I liked this before when it had way less information. Thank you, history-sharers.
Tucked away in a corner in L.A.’s Little Tokyo is a life-sized statue of Chiune, seated on a bench and smiling gently as he holds out a visa.
The stone next to him bears a quote from the Talmud; “He who saves one life, saves the entire world.”
I had no idea it existed until a few weeks ago, but it’s since become one of my favorite pieces of public art.
Chiune Sugihara. Original antifa.
always reblog Chiune Sugihara. I have his picture over my desk at work to remind me what’s important.
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There is a movie about him!!!
i want to visit that statue and give it a hug
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this is a collection of her photos, drawings and her suicide note,
this is so even if her mom deletes her blog, everything is saved,
her blog has already been removed and posts are being removed. dont stop reblogging this, dont let them silence us, dont let Leelah Alcorn be forgotten
REBLOG LEELAH FOR INTERNATIONAL WOMEN’S DAY
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SHE DID THAT
She did T H A T
LOOK AT THIS LEGEND
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Always reblog hahaha
My naym is dog My frend is smol He dose not fetch Or thro the ball But I not chays Or bite like cat Insted I’m kind I lyk the rat
My naym is rat And this caynine He show me how to have good tyme I stand up tall Upon my toes I stretch my tung I lyk his nose
I love you
sterek prompt: stiles is cursed by a witch to forget the person he loves the most so everyone thinks it's Lydia but it's not and the only way to get the memories back is through a kiss
firstly i’d like to stress i do not take prompts like thissecondly i’d like to point out how AWESOME this prompt wasthirdly i’d like to say i am absolute sterek trash and that’s why there’s 3.4k of this
Stiles would like for you toknow this was not his fault.
Okay, somaybe it might’ve been a little bit his fault.
Maybe there had been a witch gone feral, and maybethat witch had been threatening the pack so maybe, there might have been thedistinct possibility of Stiles – and again this is all hypothetical – haveconfronted her, ran for his life and then consequently killed said witch.
And maybethat witch happened to have a girlfriend and maybe that girlfriend might’vebeen so grief stricken that she cursed Stiles with… something. He doesn’t remember what it was.
Wait,what’s he doing in the woods, again?
He’s notsupposed to be here.
He shrugsat himself and then turns around and walks back home.
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It’s noteven five in the afternoon when he gets a frantic call from Scott, which okay.Not cool, dude. Stiles just wanted to play some disturbing Japanese horrorgames. Not get his afternoon spoiled by whatever new supernatural creature cameinto town.
“Where areyou? We found that witch. She’s deadStiles.”
Stilesknits his eyebrows at his screen, “What witch?” he asks confusedly. What areyou talking about, Scotty.”
“What-Stiles. The witch. She almost killedIsaac. She almost killed Allison. Thatwitch.”
Stileshuffs and pushes off his desk, “Why do you only tell me these things after the action is already dead, uhScotty?”
There’ssilence in the other end, “Stiles. Are you okay?”
“Peachykeen, Scotty. Why?”
Scott’svoice is careful on the phone, “Stiles you were there.”
“I- was?”
“D-don’tyou remember.”
Stilesrolls away from his desk and stands up, suddenly agitated. He tries to remember and comes up withgaps. A lot of last week just a dark swirling void of emptiness.
“Scott-Scott I think the witch might’ve done something to me. I don’t rememberanything from last week.”
There’s abeat of silence on the other end, “I’m coming to get you, don’t go anywhere,”he demands and then hangs up.
Stilesblinks down at his phone for a second too long and then jerks into motion,rolling his corkboard out of his closet and setting on retracing every singlestep he remembers making during the past few days.
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When Headmaster announces that this years’ exchange students will be coming from Koldovstvoretz, Derek is a little concerned, because, you know, SLAVS. It’s not his first rodeo though, so he already has a perfect strategy up his sleeve- locate the leader of the group and keep them busy. If the leader behaves properly, the others will follow.
Derek’s plan derails right from the start.
The leader and the trouble maker turn out to be two completely different people. The unchallenged leader of the group is Lydia Martin, an American student with Koldovstvoretz’ scholarship and tons of attitude (why Koldovstvoretz? Because Ilvermorny’s curriculum is inadequate, Hogwarts is closed for anyone outside of Great Britain, and Koldovstvoretz- well, aside from amazing subjects in Slavic magic, they also have the best ballet teachers in the world, and you can’t beat that, can you?).
The troublemaker, or, as Derek lovingly calls him, that little shit, is one Mieczysław “Stiles” Stilinski. A hyperactive spaz of a kid, lanky, a bit clumsy, often wearing a ridiculous sweater that his babcia made him. Super smart, and with and unquenchable thirst for mischief.
The first day of school he convinces all of Hogwarts that Koldovstoretz quidditch team’s new logo is a flying bear (it is not).
A week later he almost starts a revolution among the house elves (he just invites them for a picnic because they deserve a break- and they enjoy it so much they demand a new working schedule, to which a headmaster has no choice but to agree).
A day after that he starts teaching students to curse and in a weeks time all Hogwarts is cussing in an unholy mix of Polish and Russian.
Then he gets into a fight with Jackson Wittemore (Stiles sees Jackson bully two students for being mudbloods, and does what every proper Koldovstvoretz student would do – beats the shit out of him. But the best part comes later, when he is in the Headmaster’s office. He simply says that may be, if Hogwarts teachers actually did their job and taught students not to discriminate, he wouldn’t have to fight in the first place. This is the first time Derek sees all of senior faculty staff speechless. It is also the moment Stiles weasels his way into Derek’s heart).
In late September, Hogwarts students have the first chance to see Slavic magic in action. It is extremely powerful, raw, almost uncontrollable- and Stiles excels at it. He comes alive when he wields that powerful energy, casts non-verbal spells, repels curses, he is almost like a hurricane, graceful and lethal, and Derek feels his whole body heat up at the sight of it.
It only gets worse when Derek has to study with the boy alone. Stiles has been failing the history of magic and it is Derek’s duty, as the prefect, to get him up to speed.
It doesn’t go well.
Stiles keeps putting stuff into his mouth, licking and biting his lips, staring at Derek with what Derek would totally call bedroom eyes, and even brushing his long fingers over Derek’s hand, as if by accident, and Derek bolts. No matter how much he wants Stiles, he will not be a subject of a joke.
He still dreams of Stiles that night. He dreams of a cabin in the forest with wind and snow scratching on the windows, of a fireplace and furs thrown on the wooden floor, of pale skin, moist lips, teeth biting into his neck and a strong body fucking him until he loses his voice.
Derek keeps his distance from Stiles and Stiles’s mischief suddenly stops. The boy looks melancholic, almost sad, and Derek feels stupid and guilty.
He finally grows a pair and decides to apologize right on the night of the Yale’s ball. Stiles looks dashing- gone are the ugly sweater and his military-style school jacket; he is in his dress uniform, sparkling with silver and gold embroidery. It makes him stand tall, almost regal, and Derek feels a jolt of jealousy at the attention given to Stiles. He drags the boy onto the balcony and tries to apologize, but Stiles is suddenly angry, then he is laughing, and then they are kissing and Derek sort of forgets what he was trying to say.
Derek suggests to make a good use of his bedroom, but they don’t get a chance, because the school comes under attack. The New Death Eaters, sick and twisted followers of Voldemort’s teachings, emerge from the corners of the castle and try picking off mudblood students one by one.
Hunters Moon, they say, laughing.
They totally don’t expect what happens next. The slavs flip them like a bloody synchronized swimmers team, grab all the “targets” and teleport out, to the places unknown. Infuriated, the dark wizards concentrate on teachers, and on Derek and Stiles, who are protecting the last group of first and second-year kids down in the dungeon. The battle is fierce, and Derek is at his best, fighting off five Death Eaters at once, but he still breathes in relief when Stiles teleports them far away from the school.
“Where are we?”
“Białowieża. We should’ve jumped to my babcia’s house.”
“Your spell didn’t work.”
“Oh, it worked fine- but I think there was an ambush, so it bumped us here. Come on, kids, lets go. Once we cross the forest, we’ll teleport straight to Moscow.”
Derek feels the hair stand up on his neck. The forest is dense, deep and dark, and Derek feels a surge of primordial energy coming from it, threatening to drown him. But he trusts Stiles, and ventures on into the thicket, because Death eaters, black magic, primeval forests or not, he has places to be, an ass to tap and he is not dying tonight.
Another commission, and back to Sterek!
This was commissioned by @memprime, and they requested a cute Stiles and Wolf!Derek! I’m usually pretty bad at backgrounds so but I tried really hard! I think it came out cute though…
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