i got tagged to do 2 things in the last few days so i'll share them under the cut :)
1. Meaning behind your URL? it's my tag, which i made up when i was young bc ruby as in slippers, ruby as in haircolor, ruby as in me :)
2. Would you rather read a book or watch a movie? oh this is mean. i'd rather watch a movie then read a book
3. A thing about TW that you dislike? lack of allison
4. What are some of your nicknames? rubies, rubes, rubyface
5. Favorite TW episode? party guessed, motel california
6. A funny thing that happened to you lately that you want to share? i honestly can't think of anything lol
7. Do you have any pets? nope
8. What’s your favorite food ever? ever?? wow the pressure. pie. or french fries. i can't choose between them. maybe pie. UGH.
9. Have you ever been on TV? yeah when i was little i was in this televised parade and i've been on the news once or twice bc shit always seems to happen around me, idk.
10. Biggest dream/hope for the future? to be happy. that's it.
11. Why do you love your OTP so much? because of the give and take. because of the compromises out of mutual caring and respect. because of the self-sacrifice. because of the electric attraction that can be completely unspoken vocally but tells volumes in looks and gestures. because of potential and chemistry that can't be denied.
-and-
You can tell a lot about someone by the music they listen to. Hit shuffle in your iPod/iPhone/iTunes/media player and write down the first 10 songs. Then pass this on to 10 people.
12,000 Year Ago Stiles Sorta Got a Boyfriend Part 2
~Part 1~
::Martina::
I love this oh god
::Alena::
They are surprised by this. Shellshocked, really. They figure out that he is from the future, and that he's a regular old guy. They ask him for information of medicine and science, but he can't really tell them much considering their access to metals and the like.
He also doesn't want to disrupt the past.
When he tells them this they sort of shrink in on themselves. They then ask him how far into the future he is from.
He tells them, "2011, but from here it's probably 12000 years into the future."
::Martina::
Daamn
::Alena::
Cleopatra was alive around 10,000BC right?
::Martina::
Yeah ! I think
::Alena::
So yeah. Woman ruler. Cleopatra, AKA: Laura."
Gotta think for a second, now.
It starts getting late, and then Stiles retires to Derek rooms because, "It's more safe," and "It's furthest from Peter's rooms."
::Martina::
Oooo yeah
::Alena::
There isn't a mound of pillows, though, so Derek at first has him sleep on the floor.
When Stiles shifts restlessly for a few hours he allows him to share the bed.
And Stiles is taken with how warm Derek is, even though it's not frigid, as Deserts tend to get.
::Martina::
<3
::Alena::
And he cuddles close and Derek seems very surprised that Stiles is touching him at all.
::Martina::
Aw
::Alena::
They cuddle close, and Derek holds him like he's something precious.
They fall asleep like this.
The following morning they wake up and it's somehow not awkward.
Derek then leaves and Stiles remains there playing Candy Crush on his Tablet with the solar charger in the window.
::Martina::
Ahahaha
::Alena::
But then he runs out of lives and starts playing solitaire, and then tetris. Derek comes back in at this point, and joins him. Stiles starts to teach him how to play tetris, and is surprised to learn Derek looks adorable when he's frustrated.
Then he makes a note of this, and is surprised when Derek looks at him oddly. He had forgotten that Derek was Egyptian. That he didn't speak Polish.
But then... Derek imitates what he said.
He repeats it. Twice. Three times. Four times. And then Stiles repeats it slowly and Derek gets it right.
::Martina::
He's teaching him polish omg
::Alena::
And then Derek points to the tablet and they bring up the translating program. "What does it mean?" he asks.
Stiles flushes and sputters.
He shakes his head, suddenly uncomfortable.
But then Derek sighs and SPEAKS INTO THE MICROPHONE.
And he gets his translation.
And then he turns FUCKING RED.
::Martina::
WHAT DOES IT SAY
::Alena::
And it's kind of hard to see because his skin is pretty dark, but it's there, spreading up his neck and tinting his ears.
"Your frown is almost as adorable as your smile."
And Stiles had meant that playfully, but as Derek turns on him he realizes it must mean something very different. Flattery must not have been a thing in the past because then Derek is kissing him.
::Martina::
AWWWW
::Alena::
And Stiles doesn't really know what to do, so he just sort of sits there and waits for it to end. And then Derek pulls away and cups his chin and moves in again, except tries to deepen it and Stiles pretty much jumps away.
He says in firm Arabic, "No."
And Derek looks like he's about to cry.
::Martina::
WHYY
Nooooo
::Alena::
And, like, Stiles has a girlfriend, okay?
Heather. Things were pretty rocky when he left, but she's still his.
::Martina::
Oooh
::Alena::
And he doesn't cheat, even if he's 12000 years in the past and trapped in his underwear in a room with the brother of a woman Pharaoh.
::Martina::
:')
::Alena::
So yeah -- Stiles no cheat.
When Stiles tells Derek about Heather he looks like the entire world has fallen apart around him, because for Derek the only relationship in the world are Marriage.
And then he suggests trying to find the glowing wall with Stiles, to get him home to his wife. Because Derek really just wants Stiles out of there, now. Because he likes him and, Pharaoh's brother or not, Derek isn't going to fuck with that.
So he takes Stiles on walks around the palace, with Stiles' things in a bag of their making around his shoulder.
That way Stiles goes unnoticed.
And they look for the walls.
::Martina::
Omg
::Alena::
But sometimes what's glowing is a section of the high, vaulted ceiling, or the interior of a spiked sarcophagus, and Stiles isn't going to risk that, thank you very much.
And some days they just can't find it.
Laura is eager to get Stiles home, as well, because Peter is getting antsy about the boy who doesn't speak Arabic.
And Derek and Stiles grow closer and closer and closer over time. Until just a brush of skin can make Stiles go absolutely batshit.
And Stiles just keeps thinking of Heather.
Then, one day, Stiles feels himself cracking. He's in bed with Derek, and they're cuddled together like always, and he presses a kiss to Derek's shoulder.
And Derek's asleep, and Stiles just... He resigns himself to be happy just holding him.
Which is a bit of a shock to his sexuality but hey, he's in 10000BC. He's allowed to have a few crisis here and there.
::Martina::
XD
::Alena::
And then there's shouting in the halls, and someone bursts in with a torch and Derek shoots awake at the noise. He and the guard start yelling at each other, and then there are several men entering the room with swords drawn and charging Derek.
Then Derek ROARS and fucking TURNS INTO A WOLF.
::Martina::
:')
::Alena::
He rips the guards to shreds right there with Stiles watching, and then turns to Stiles, human again, and offers his hand. Stiles realizes Derek has that sort of power, and at no point felt the need to point it at Stiles, which is kinda cool, okay?
The woman pharaoh's brother was a werewolf.
Anubis suddenly makes so much fucking sense.
And then they're rushing through the halls, and Stiles' bag is barely holding on to his shoulder, and there it is; the glowing wall. He pulls away from Derek and goes to it on instinct and then the wall falls through and he's... he's back in the room where he'd first left.
His translator is babbling behind him that he's glad he's alive, and that he should use his FUCKING common sense, okay?
::Martina::
NOOOOOO
::Alena::
Because Stiles is standing there in a loincloth and the guide knows EXACTLY what FUCKING happened.
"What changed this time?" he shouts. "Did you make yourself a god?"
"Do we have MORE cats to worship? God help you if you recreated another type of Hairless cat. My mother doesn't need another one of those foul creatures."
So apparently this is pretty fucking normal.
But it can only happen once.
::Martina::
NOOOO
::Alena::
So Stiles finishes his tour after changing, because the guide was fucking paid, okay, and he still has room on his memory card. When he gets back to his hotel his camera is loaded with pictures of Derek and Laura and just looking at them makes him cry.
Then he gets a call from Heather, and she's like, "Okay, seriously, whoever thought it would be a brilliant idea for you to go to Egypt should be shot."
And they have this long argument about how he's a self-centered asshole, and that the only reason he ever went out with her was because she had been the only girl to ever ask.
And they break up, and Stiles wished he could have gotten that call just ONE day sooner.
Because then he would be with Derek.
::Martina::
</3
::Alena::
So he goes back to the tomb; rents a buggy and drives 60 miles to the tomb. "It only happens once to each person," the guide had told him.
But he could hope, okay?
::Martina::
WHAT IF
::Alena::
So he goes in and looks for a glowing wall. Any glowing ANYTHING.
But nope.
::Martina::
DEREK AND LAURA
::Alena::
Nothing.
::Martina::
GO BACK IN TIME
::Alena::
Nope.
::Martina::
I mean
not back but forward
::Alena::
That's not the ploooot, friend. You will learn, soon. owo
::Martina::
AHAHA okay
::Alena::
So Stiles finds all these new Hieroglyphics in the chamber where he first passed through into the past, which is awesome okay? He has created an entire wall of Hieroglyphics just by existing.
And he types them into his translation program and learns that a spell was devised to bring people into the past ten years after a stranger appeared.
(CHICKEN AND EGG, FRIEND.)
(FUCK IT.)
(FUCK THE CHICKEN.)
(THEN YOU GET AN EGG._
::Martina::
OMG
::Alena::
And Stiles sees that it's become an over-glorified love story, essentially, about a man falling in love with a God.
Which he kind of gets, because that Chemistry was once in a lifetime.
But then he takes a step to the right and OH, HI THERE. THAT'S A BOOBY TRAP.
So he falls into another fucking cage, and this time there's no one to pull him out okay?
He's just dangling over... Okay, that's totally a proper tomb.
And there's a ladder leading out and everything.
And the cage unlocks.
And what the fuck is this even?
::Martina::
OH GOD
::Alena::
And Stiles descends into the cavern and takes lots of pictures because he just discovering shit, okay?
And then there it is; a coffin.
And there is a glass case to the side and that is TOTALLY HIS SOLAR CHARGER, OKAY?
He didn't even know he FORGOT it.
::Martina::
:')
::Alena::
And, like, he goes over to the casket and he sits on it and he's like, "Okay, you're either Laura, douchebag, or Derek. Pick one."
And then he goes to stand up after a few hours, but his legs are a little wobbly and it turns out this casket wasn't actually sealed, okay? And it slides. Fucking. Open.
And hello somehow-perfectly-preserved-Derek.
::Martina::
*-*
::Alena::
And his eyes pop open.
And then they're screaming. At first in surprise, then in glee.
Both in Arabic and in Polish.
And they go back to Stiles' hotel and they have a conversation about this new world Derek is now permanently stuck in because when they locked him away upon his death, turns out he wasn't actually dead and the lack of oxygen just put him in a LITERAL 12000 YEAR COMA.
(Jesus Chris, all of the sadness in my fics is just to distract from the inevitable happy ending, okay?)
::Martina::
AHAHHA
yeah
::Alena::
And so they steal a few relics, sell them, get Derek a fake identity, teach him English and Polish, and turn him into the #1 resource for everything Arabic because he is fluent in fucking Heiroglyphics, okay? He fucking wrote them.
::Martina::
:'DDDDDDD
::Alena::
And Stiles teaches him about this bold new world and how to use a stupid computer (in Derek's opinion) and they run away to get married in Canada.
::Martina::
YES
And what
happened to Laura?
::Alena::
Derek is kind of shocked when people don't just bow down to him at first, but he learns quickly that both pharaohs and werewolves are NOT a thing that happen any more and gets used to it pretty easily because he was also trained to cow-tow to his sister.
Dude, she was Cleopatra.
Werewolf Cleopatra.
She died of old age -- somewhere around 200 people werewolves are a thing. She was revered as a goddess and generally was fucking awesome.
Which is anything but historically accurate, but eh.
::Martina::
:D
::Alena::
She died happy and content wearing Peter's skull as her crown.
If you could bring one of the dead characters (in teen wolf) back, who would it be and why ? :) <3
That's a though question because there are three characters I would bring back for different reasons, which are Allison, Erica & Boyd. But since I have to choose one, I am gonna go with Erica. There is so much potential in Erica's character, so much that I identify with. I would love to see her warm up to Lydia, because they've both lost so much, they have lost friends and lovers. I want to see her react to Malia and whatever is going on between Malia and Stiles, I want her to help Derek and to text Cora all the time because they are BFF's of couse, being captured in a vault brings you that. You see, I have a lot of feelings about Erica Reyes and I just wish she'd come back and whip everyone over the back of the head because PLEASE!!
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Busy morning. Watched some Teen Wolf, chatted with Martina, did some life-tweets of TW, set my kitchen on fire, did some live tweets of the fire while getting air...
If anyone was wondering where I've been, I've been writing fic (and working.) And I'm going to continue writing fic until I'm all caught up.
Here's what I've been working on.
Also, big thanks to DefinitelyaHaleWolf for being an amazing Muse and generally being the greatest soundboard I could ever ask for. She is amazing and deserves so much love.
~~In which Laura is an Asshole~~
Glancing in her rear-view mirror, she watched as Scott fumbled with his phone, then held it in Stiles' general direction.
“Hey, Lau-” Stiles began.
“Brake test,” she interrupted, tapping on the pedal and grinning manically as Stiles jerked his Jeep to the side in an attempt to avoid any possible collision. She hung up, then rolled her window down a fraction as they returned to normal driving behavior to savor the boy's frazzled, “Son of a bitch!”
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~~In which Kate Argent is a Legitimate Character~~
“Like, how do they know what's right and wrong, anyway? Sometimes it feels like there's this pamphlet that tells you what to do, and you get it when you're born, but I missed it. It feels like the world is keeping its secrets from me and just – Good and bad, black and white. It's like everyone has it figured out but me.”
