They De-Tumblrized Ms. Frizzle

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Same

For someone who is tired 100% of the time, I sure am bad at sleeping.

Just in case

Reblog or your mom will die in 928 seconds.

I love my mom.

I am risking nothing

I AM SORRY FOLLOWERS, I LOVE MY MOMMY

Will not risk.

sorry followers :(

Derek Hale Appreciation Week 2021 Day 2:

Tuesday Nov 23 - Missing Moments // Favorite Quotes

Stiles stands off to the side, while I’m sitting down watching me in concern.

I stare at the ground and say “It was a dream. It was actually. It was more like a nightmare.”

Stiles says “Okay. what happened?”

I say “It started with these hunters that caught Peter and me after we left Cora. It was a family of them led by a guy named Severo. They broke into my loft.”

Stiles asks, “Who was it?”

I can’t say it so I say, “There are a lot of myths about how people can get turned into a werewolf. Usually a bite. There is one about rain water.”

Stiles of course finishes it for me, saying, “Drinking rainwater out of the puddle of a werewolf’s print.”

I sigh and say “There is another one.”

Stiles looks even more concerned, sitting across from me and says “Derek, if this is all just a dream, why do you look so worried?”

I flinch and say, “Because I don’t remember waking up. So. So tell me how do you know? How do you know if you’re still dreaming?”

Stiles is quick to answer, “Fingers. In dreams you have extra fingers.”

I grab Stiles’ hand pulling it up to show both of us that he has extra fingers. Oh god. No, please. Kate’s back. No. I come back to myself and stare for a minute at her.

I clutch my stomach where she shot me and say “It’s real. You’re real.”

Kate walks closer to me, laughing, and says, “That’s right, Derek. And if seeing me is a surprise, watch this.”

She shifts into a werejaguar and I know I’m out of luck. No one is going to be able to save me this time. No one will know how to save me this time. Not even Stiles will be able to figure this out. Of course I figured out that Stiles is my anchor only to be ripped away. I can’t have nice things, clearly. She knocks me out and I wake up feeling strange in a dark place surrounded with wolfsbane. I can slightly hear what I think must be chanting and soon I’m unconscious again. I wake again to someone breaking through the wall of whatever I am in and reach out to them once the hole is big enough for me to get out of. I don’t recognize who saved me though I feel like I should. I don’t know what happened to me, but the two people who saved me seem surprised by something and concerned. I don’t know if that makes me feel better or worse about the situation. We’re stumbling through what seems like an old temple maybe and once we are outside I hear a heartbeat and scent I recognize.

A girl says “Is that him? Is that Derek?”

Mischief says “Sort of.”

I look up and Mischief looks much older than I expected. I stare at him for a moment, feeling like I’m missing something huge. I’m confused and frankly a little terrified.

I make eye contact and say “Mischief?”

He flinches and says “Der. Are you okay? God what did she do to you?”

I shake my head and say “I don’t feel right. I feel like I’m missing something and I don’t understand. How old are you now and why do I feel like I haven’t aged at all?”

He looks towards the boy holding me up and says “I’m 18, Der. I don’t know how, but someone turned back your dial and you’re 15 again. Which means control issues again and you’re missing a lot of memories. Der, I’m so sorry. I don’t know how to fix this, but I’ll do everything I can to help you. You’ll be okay. I promise I’ll do everything in my power to help you.”

I flinch and say “Mischief, how do you even know anything about this? Last thing I knew you knew nothing of this world.”

He flinches and says “My best friend is a werewolf, my girlfriend is a werecoyote, my other best friend is a banshee and Kira is a kitsune. Things are very different now, Der. Also I go by Stiles now.”

I nod towards the boy holding me up and say “He is the werewolf best friend?”

He nods and says “Yeah Scotty is a werewolf now. Lydia the strawberry blond is the banshee and Maila is the werecoyote. Breaden is the lady holding you up, she’s a mercenary. She’s looking for the woman who took you and did this to you. But we should leave now, you’re safe with us, Der.”

I nod weakly and say “Okay. I trust you. I don’t know about anyone else, but you I trust.”

He nods and herds me to the Jeep that belonged to his mother, though I don’t smell her on it at all anymore. I look up at him and he can see the question in my eyes I guess because he sadly shakes his head letting me know she never got better. I flinch hard and get shoved into the car. Mischief herds everyone else into the backseat. He turns to the lady still standing outside and nods at her.

He says “Thank you for your help. She’ll probably be coming for him again so you might want to follow us. So you can hopefully catch her.”

She just nods and hops onto her bike. We all leave and I’m more confused than I ever have been before. Mischief just lightly touches my hand and smiles softly. I nod and fall into unconsciousness once again, knowing Mischief will do his best to keep me safe even from his friends if necessary.

@softranswolves

You can’t be a member of Team Free Will unless you’ve had glorious hair.

Love these boys

Stiles protecting Derek throughout the seasons. [Derek’s version]

Touché (Confessions in the Dark)

Art by @thotpuppy Written by @always-mimits

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Additional Tags: Love Confessions, Getting Together, Frottage, Sloppy Makeouts, Top Stiles Stilinski, Bottom Jackson Whittemore, Dom/sub Undertones, Enthusiastic Consent, Begging, Outdoor Sex, Semi-Public Sex, unhygenic sex, Unsafe Sex, Praise Kink

Words: 5,609

Summary:

"Stiles grunts, having to turn and chase the ball a bit before snagging it in his crosse and pointedly waiting before rotating the stick. To his surprise, the catch is perfect. “See?” Jackson points out, smug. It’s Stiles’ turn to exaggeratedly roll his eyes." ----- After shedding his scales and becoming a normal werewolf, Jackson struggles with control. Stiles offers his tried and true method of using the lacrosse pitch. The summer passes, and both boys uncover different sides of themselves in the dark on the grass.

“Those poor boys”

“She deserves to be punished too.”

“I’m not saying I support rape, but-”

“Sorry to say - she deserved it.”

“She put herself in harm’s way”

“But if she was fingered, then that’s not rape.”

“She ruined their lives.”