Pleasepleasepleaseplease can you just write a LITTLE of the Stiles in Derek's DMs??? I just need something to keep me going while you slowly rip my heart out with other ideas?
I will pay in love?????
Hey Anon, I'm guessing you're talking about this post?
Just for you, ok? :)
Eggs
Butter
Cheese
Look up the percentage of Australia desert for **funsies**
Stiles typed out the list and hit send before sliding his phone back into his jacket pocket. The barista called his name and he scooped the large tray of coffees from the counter with a slight wave and a fiver in the tip jar. Shelly always made sure to add the extra whipped cream on his caramel macchiato frost and that was not to be forgotten.
The Boston air was crisp this morning as he stumbled out of the little coffee shop and towards Roscoe who was parked on the narrow street. While school was in Cambridge, the best coffee was across the river and everyone in his Computational biology department knew it.
Which was why Stiles was always the errand boy.
He put the departments coffees in the little box on the floor of the passenger seat strapping it in so that they would be safe for his long (not so long), arduous (re: three stop lights and a bridge), journey back to MIT.
A ding came from his phone, Stiles groaning loudly as he gripped the steering wheel and shook it in frustration.
"I swear, if it's Lydia changing her order for the seventh time, I'm throwing her Herbal tea into the harbor."
Ha. Boston Harbor. Tea. Stiles was hilarious.
He took another deep breath and opened his phone to see a small notification.
DH: Did you finish your paper on multidisciplinary approach to estimating wolf population size for long-term conservation?
"Huh. Specific..." Stiles had finished that paper a few weeks ago, but had barely made the deadline. He had been about to text Danny that the new AI prototype he had installed on Stiles' phone was whack when he saw the notification came from Instagram, not from M.A.T.T.
Another ping came through.
DH: And why would you need the percentage of Australian Deserts? That seems like a boring thing to spend your free time on.
Stiles' mouth hung open, eyes wide as he realized what was happening. Someone was replying to his DMs on Derek Hale's Instagram. He held his phone out like it was a bomb between thumb and forefinger; an almost whine escaped his mouth.
It had started when he was in High School almost 10 years ago now. One night he had been on an Adderall-Mountain Dew-Jelly Doughnut-Pizza high and decided that the best way to keep all his random thoughts in one place was to use the app that distracted him DAILY as a note system. He had even made a burner account so that he could keep all his random thoughts together.
Only problem was, his little distracted monkey brain had accidently clicked on Derek Hale's DMs rather than his fake account. It was five weeks in when Stiles noticed and at that point it was too late. It wasn't like Derek was going to answer him anyways, he had said on NUMEROUS occasions that social media was not his favorite thing and he only had the account to promote his new movies (which Stiles watched religiously. I Was a Teenaged Mothman was probably the worst and best movie franchise to ever hit the theaters and Derek Hale as Mothman was his every wet dream.)
So, he just continued to use it. Grocery lists, reminders, random thoughts at night, future movie ideas, school assignment ideas, complaints about his stupid roommate back in freshman year - he wrote it all.
And now someone was responding to TEN YEARS of DMs.
Stiles didn't know what he should do. Should he ask if this was actually Derek? No, wait that was stupid. Derek wouldn't actually be handling his social media. He had people. Peoples? Multiple people who could answer this for him.
"Some. of. us. have. hobbies. that. no. one. understands. And. I. need. it. to. win. a. bet." Stiles spoke each words as he typed it, sending the message out before typing another one. "And. yes. I. got. an. A. minus. because. Harris. hates. wolves."
Stiles tossed his phone onto the passenger seat and started driving to campus, mind still reeling that someone would be responding directly to random DMs that made no sense. If Stiles was asking questions about when the next IWATM movie, sure that would be a conversation the PR team might engage in. Not this.
Lydia owes you $40 for Venmo
Stiles decided to ignore it and his phone remained silent the rest of the day.
.o00o.
Call your Dad
Finish your stupid damn thesis or s u f f e r
Don't forget to get tickets.
It had been a week since the strange response to his DM came through, so Stiles assumed it was a fluke. He had tried a new note handling app that Danny had recommended, but a day later he had already started throwing things back into Derek's DMs. Hey, cut him some slack, it was a 10 year habit.
His phone pinged and Stiles' mouth almost fell open again. Another response.
DH: What are you getting tickets for?
This time, Stiles was quick to respond.
SS: I'm going to try and get tickets to the Bruins game tomorrow. Gotta love hockey, am I right?
There was silence on the other side of the screen, Stiles letting out a frustrated sigh. Whoever Derek Hale's Social Media manager was, they picked the weirdest things to respond to.
DH: So not Mothman in Love premier?
Ah. Now he knew what this was. They were trying to see if fans were biting at the newest spin off. Smart marketing.
SS: I already have my tickets for that. Opening night, middle row, got the collector Popcorn bucket on hold too. I know a guy.
The three dots at the bottom of the screen indicated that the person was typing, Stiles wondering if they were going to ask for a quote or a picture for the page from the opening night.
DH: You have appalling taste in movies.
Stiles' mouth dropped open again, his mind running at a million miles a minute and then crashing into a brick wall with the word appalling painted over it.
SS: Excuse me, the Mothman movies are absolute hot trash and I eat them up like greasy diner food. Do not talk about my comfort trash like that.
SS: but they are pretty bad, so I mean. You're not wrong.
And done, there was NO way the Social Media manager would ever EVER respond to a fan who said something like that. He could go back to his note taking life and luckily Derek Hale would never know.
DH: Then why do you watch them?
SS: Because you're a fantastic and sexy actor and if I could I'd lick chocolate off your abs.
His phone pinged.
DH: You're not bad yourself.
HUH.
Stiles was speechless, his eyes reading over the sentence over and over and over again. He opened his Instagram and quickly flipped through the pictures he had. Most were of him with the Lab boys, Lydia was in a lot of them, some of him on vacation in Peru, some with his Dad. Nothing that would ever, EVER scream you're not bad yourself.
SS: wow, maybe you do need those glasses checked? Unless scrawny Computational Biology Doctoral candidates really crank your wheel.
DH: Computational Biology PHD? Big change from the FBI you were originally thinking about.
Stiles sucked his teeth. That was the problem with this dynamic. Stiles had written everything and anything about himself in these DMs and it could be anyone reading it.
SS: Cyber security would have been my downfall if I did FBI clearly, since you know everything and I know nothing about you. I don't even know if you're Actually Derek Sampson Hale.
There was a blip of the three dots and then nothing. Right, Well that was fun while it lasted. Stiles had been about to turn on his Playstation and forget everything when the ping came through.
Instead of a text, there was a picture. Low v-neck, black rimmed glasses, slightly messy hair, beard that looked like it needed to be trimmed, holding a sign that read your turn @StilesisMe.
Derek. Fucking. Hale.
"Oh my god, oh my god..." Stiles scratched the back of his head furriously, throwing the phone on his bed and just circling it like a vulture circling its next meal. "Derek Hale sent you a picture, Derek Hale is reading your shit."
He stopped walking for a moment. "You just told Derek Hale you'd lick chocolate off his abs."
Stiles threw himself on the bed, slamming his head over the pillow at least a dozen times. Finally he grabbed his phone and sent a quick message.
SS: I don't send photos on Insta. Add me on snap if you want. @S.S.Stilinski69420
He waited.
God he waited.
And then the little Ghost of a notification from Snapchat appeared saying Haleofaguy added you as a friend. Stiles felt his fingers freeze as he hovered over the accept. Why, why was Derek Hale the movie star talking to him? Was he bored? Was he lonely?
Stiles remembered an interview once where Derek said he liked talking with people and learning new things, so maybe it was that? Maybe Stiles was just an interesting guy that Derek wanted to know.
No matter what it was, Stiles' insatiable curiosity got the better of him and he needed to know just how far this rabbit hole would go.
He took a minute to find a filter he liked and snapped a pretty unflattering picture of himself with the caption this is what your in for, buckle up Mothboy
Nothing happened, and then snapchat told him Derek Hale saved the picture to their chat and sent one back. It was the most unflattering angle Stiles had ever seen of the actor and he couldn't help but laugh.
I’ve seen a post about first time wheelchair users guide. Since I’ve been using a walking stick for a while now, I thought I’d make one specifically for these types of aids. These will be in no particular order– they’re just things you probably don’t know about using a walking stick.
- if you’ve hurt you left leg/ect., hold the stick in your right hand (if possible) and if you’ve hurt your right leg/ect., hold the stick in your left hand. Trust me, your shoulders and back will thank you
- the pad of your hand will hurt– it just will. You’ll get used to it and your hand will develop more protection there eventually. To start out, look into a pair of fingerless gloves.
- a fold up/collapsable stick is good for beginners because you can take them on public transport/cars without too much hassle (they also fit nicely into desks and under chairs).
- When you’re using your stick, you only have one free hand. This may seem obvious, but it really impacts your every day life. Practice for a while around the house, so you get the feeling down.
-there are a lot of different types of walking sticks: fold up, one leg, two legs, three legs, etc.
(these are only a few of the many designs)
-if possible, go to a shop that specifies in walking sticks. ask to try a few out, they will also help make sure that you’re using on that’s the right height for you.
- a height adjustable walking stick is a miracle, especially if you want to wear high heels to an event.
- you don’t need a prescription to get a stick in most regions (but in some cases they may help get a discount)
- getting a stick that is the right height for you if very important (even with an adjustable one). Too short, and you’ll hurt your shoulder. Too tall, and you can’t put weight on it properly. The correct height is when the highest part of the handle reaches your wrist when the stick is standing straight up, as shown in this image.
- if you’re young (under the age of 60) people will stare, often they wont mean to– it is annoying but you’ll get used to it.
- again, if you’re young, people will ask why you’re using the stick, all. the. time. Even strangers will sometimes ask. You can use a really simple answer like “medical condition” and if they pry further, you can say “That’s all I’m comfortable saying”. If they don’t know you, or don’t know you well, they really have no business asking.
-Children will ask, a lot. Please be gentle with them, especially if they’re really little. I know it’s annoying but you can give children reallllllllly simple answers like “I just need it to help me walk” and most of the time they’ll be perfectly content with that and won’t ask more.
- don’t be afraid to use more advanced mobility aids if needed on bad days, or when readily available (eg. at a supermarket, when they have motorized wheelchairs for customers)
- You don’t have to use your stick every day for you to have a disability or for you to own a stick. Even if you need it once a week, once a month, you can still own one. You’re not less worthy or a mobility aid than those who need one everyday.
-Use backpacks, the ones with 2 well-padded straps that go over your shoulders evenly. Use them as much as you can. Bags that you hold in one hand or have one strap make you unbalanced or take up your only free hand.
- If you want to, decorate your stick, go all out.
Even if you don’t need/use a walking stick, please reblog this to let those who do, know this information.
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tagged by my lil bun bun @wrenniebaby <33
favorite color: sage green and burnt orange
currently reading: every single fic by @magicchai
last song: careful - paramore
last series: how i met your father
last movie: witch hunt
sweet/spicy/savory: i'm a sucker for spicy things
currently working on:
- chapter six of oasis
- a potential eddie series
- rewriting some old fics to re-upload
Thanks, @andrews-lovr I always love seeing that you've tagged me in things like this :))
Favourite colour: Yellow (#FFDF5D)
Currently reading: The Debt: What America Owes to Blacks-Randall Robinson, When I Grow Up: Conversations With Adults in Search of Adulthood-Moya Sarner, The Road Between-Courtney Peppernell
Last song: Howlin' for You by The Black Keys
Last series: New Girl
Sweet/spicy/savory: Spicy
Currently working on: Grip Tape and a personal project
No Pressure of course: @starqwerty20 @whoreforklitz @princesskittycatofmeowland @cherriescherriesred25
Currently Reading: Grip Tape Fanfic Series by @rancidpancakebatter, Neil Gaiman's The Graveyard Book, and... yeah, that's it.
Last Song: Boho Days as sang by Andrew Garfield a.k.a Jonathan Larson from Tick Tick... Boom.
Last Movie: you guessed it— Tick Tick... Boom
Last Series: The Sandman and Grace and Frankie
Sweet/Spicy/Savory? I like all of it, honestly. Like spicy longganisa. A Filipino dish that's typically only sweet and savory, but sometimes can also be spicy.
Currently working on: a Teen Wolf Series Rewrite, and a book who's title I still don't know, and a first chapter I still haven't even finished, but I know is going to change the world. One day. Hopefully.
I don't know a lot of people here in Tumblr but....
With thanks to @princesskittycatofmeowland here goes nothin'...
Favourite colour: Purple, without a doubt
Currently reading: The Scorch Trials - James Dashner, The Flat Share - Beth O'Leary, Notes to Self - Emilie Pine, and a lot of fanfic
Last Song: Wait for It - Hamilton Musical
Last Movie: Top Gun: Maverick (at the cinema), Not Okay (at home)
Last Series: The Orville
Sweet/Spicy/Savory? Like them all, but the sweet tooth wins out
Currently working on: editing my 'book' which will probably never see the light of day
So... no pressure tags go out to @theinternetisfulloftrash @dobshands @this-kitten-is-smitten @ambear9 @abstractplant @independent-thought-alarm @uh-oh-kenzieiswriting @idylio24 @whitedahlia13
I read a fic of yours where Derek adopted Laura's kid and she preferred Stiles, at least I think that was it, oh and her name was Daphne. Can you remind me what it's called please?
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Organization for Transformative Works
I feel like this needs to be said because I keep seeing stuff like ‘if you rb from me too much i’ll block you’ in people’s bios.
PLEASE FEEL FREE TO REBLOG FROM ME AS MUCH AND AS OFTEN AND AS QUICKLY AS YOU WANT!! My tagging system was developed specifically because I know what it’s like to have a hyperfixation and want to sift through every single post about that thing. I tag every post for that exact reason. You aren’t bothering me. The notifications don’t bother me. It’s all fine.
Seeing someone reblog a whole string of posts from me, especially when it’s clear that they clicked on one of my tags and wound up going through 27 pages of it, delights me in EXACTLY the same way as seeing one person kudos all of my fics in one fandom. I did good! I supplied the content they got hyperfixated on tonight! Good job me!!
It sucks so hard that having a family trade or skill isn't really practiced here anymore. On the one hand it's nice to have the freedom to choose any life direction and not feel pressure to conform to family bs or taking over your father's business, and having standardized training and licensing scheme for say... dentistry is really good to have. But in doing that we've also put soo many career paths behind an insane paywall. Not only that but so many unis get rich or corporate donors who have the power to sway all this training and education for personal interests, it's another form of taking control from workers into the hands of the wealthy. And you can see that people want to return that hands-on craftsmanship and control over their labour again. You saw it in the arts and crafts movement as a response to the industrial revolution and factory made goods. And it is a form of alienation and erasing identity. It's why people who make 6 figures will watch a mini doc on some Syrian 10th generation tile maker who earns pennies and somehow comes away envious of them. it's that connection to what you create and the feeling of knowing your role here is useful, acknowledged, and appreciated by your community. You feel none of this in countless jobs today.
But unfortunately so much of that knowledge for creating, even things like folk crafts have been successfully eradicated by capitalism to create the ultimate class of consumers. If you want to learn how to do some new skill for a living you gotta go into debt and usually pause your current career which you can't afford to do, and nobody in your family already has any knowledge or equipment you need to work with. So people gravitate towards skills with a relatively low entry level and startup costs so we live in a world where alienated suburban moms are all crafting the exact same soap or candle they saw on pinterest as a side hustle.
First illustration for kedreeva, winner of our Sterek Campaign slots! She requested Stiles as a runemage, with Derek in his wolf form and a ethereal wolf familiar at his sides.
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