Honestly Theres Always Been Something Really Wrong With Me But Whatever

Toe Pick

Art by @foofsterroonie Written by @geekmom13

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Additional Tags: Getting Together, Sarcasm as a Love Language, Figure Skater Stiles Stilinski, hockey player Jackson Whittemore, Jackson learns figure skating, Timeline What Timeline, Manhandling, Marking, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Butt Plugs

Words: 5,004

Summary:

A charity ice show sees Stiles teaching Jackson how to figure skate. Jackson is a bit more used to his hockey skates.

Since joining Tumblr, I’ve met a lot of young queer people. Look, I’m a bisexual man in a gay relationship, and I’m approaching 30. I was still a kid when Matthew Shepard’s story was being covered on the news. I remember thinking, “I better keep my mouth shut about these feelings I’m having.”

And then I met Dominic when I was 12, and people could see how in love we were. And we got the shit beat out of us. The year I met him, some kids in the grade above me held me down against the bleachers in our gym and stomped on my hand until my fingers broke. Instead of sending me to the nurse, the teacher sent me to the assistant principal to explain the situation. She asked why the kids had beat me up. I said, “They were calling me gay.”

Her response was, “Well, are you?”

My, “I don’t know,” earned a call to my parents, and I was outed. Efforts were made to keep me from seeing Dom. Throughout high school, Dom’s stepmother intensified these efforts. He slept in the basement of the house. Although he was an incredibly talented student, he was prohibited from participating in any extracurriculars. He suffered a lot of physical abuse during those years.

The day he turned 18, he packed up everything he had and walked to my house, and we’ve lived together ever since. Things are better, but they’re not perfect. I’ve had trucks pull up next to me at stoplights and, seeing the pride sticker on my car, through old drinks and garbage into my window. I no longer speak to my dad’s side of the family. I haven’t been to see them for Christmas or Thanksgiving in years. One of my uncles had cornered me at Thanksgiving when I was 17 and said, “I’m not going to judge you, but I’d be happy to break your neck so God can do the judging a little sooner.”

I joined a support group for trans and intersex people. When I joined, 40 people attended regularly. Within the year, the group was half the size it had been. Some couldn’t make it anymore, because they were staying at the shelter, where their stay hinged on them agreeing to instead to attend homophobic sermons. Some were put in correctional therapy. Five of them died. Three of those, I didn’t know, but I knew Alex, the 19 year old who was fag-dragged in Kentucky and died a day later in the hospital, and I knew Stephanie, who went home to Alabama to care for her mom in hospice and was beaten to death with a baseball bat by her mom’s boyfriend.

Tumblr is not reality. The dynamic here does not reflect the dynamic out there. Here’s the part where I finally make a point, and it might be extremely unpopular - but guys, value your allies. Value each other. We are met with enough hate in our daily lives to enter an online safe-space and meet more hate from our own, over petty things. Don’t go after one another over every little thing you find problematic.

Learn to see nuance. Maybe the word “queer” bothers you, and you see a gay man using it as an umbrella term. Maybe someone called a trans man a trans woman because they’re confused about terminology, but the post where they did it was voicing support for the trans community. Maybe someone is just asking a question, wanting to learn more. Stop. Attacking. These. People.

Allies are being driven away. Members of our own community are being ostracized. Others are feeling nervous and estranged, and it’s largely because of places like Tumblr, where the social justice movement is quickly becoming violent and radical. I am begging you, stop nitpicking “problematic” things and start directing your efforts to create real change. When it comes to comes to your allies, forget the “social justice warrior” mentality and put down your torch. Educate calmly. Be respectful. Be understanding. Be forgiving. And I’m certainly not saying that your anger doesn’t have a good place - when you are met with bigots on the street, congress members who want to pass hateful laws, violent protesters, abusive parents, prejudiced teachers, that is when you need to be a warrior. That’s when it counts. In the real world. When you have the opportunity to protect people from real harm. Attacking your would-be allies via anonymous asks is just going to lose us ground in the long run. And we don’t have time for that, not when trans women of color are being murdered every day, not when states are still fighting against marriage equality, not when there are politicians in office who believe that trans people are possessed by demons, not when we’ve just lost 50 brothers and sisters to one gunman, not when the media won’t even admit that the attack was homophobic.

Please step back. Look at the big picture. Look at where we are, globally. Don’t just log on to your safe space and attack your allies over small missteps. That’s like washing the dishes in a house that’s on fire, kids. Let’s fight on the battlefield, and when we come home to each other, let’s just focus on bandaging up our wounds so we can go out and win the war.

Don't mind the piling bunch of bullies who claim to be sensible but will bully a real life person over a fictional character. I was in the midst of reading the post when it disappeared and I totally understand why. They do it to everyone who dares say a word that doesn't praise SM. I just wanted to say that I hope you're doing okay. Be safe and I wish you an awesome December. 😁

Thank you. I was expecting it honestly but wasn’t going to not put it out there. It should still be up, so maybe try looking for it again. I definitely am not going to take it down. I’ve been called worse and dealt with far worse. I can understand why they feel the way they do. We all have those characters we’re too invested in. Thank you. You as well. 😄

This also fits nicely with a post I made yesterday

Teen Wolf

2.12 “Master Plan”

5.10 “Lies of Omission”

Parallels

I would have had no idea this is a slur I’m disappointed how much it’s used now

hey guys friendly reminder from your fave Canadian that esk*mo is a slur so please don’t use it!

I see it usually in the context of “esk*mo kisses” which may pop up when people talk about their ships and their headcanon, but it means “snow eaters” in cree and is a slur against Inuit people so please just don’t use it!

and I would appreciate if u reblogged this because people outside Canada don’t seem to know this for the most part

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Derek Hale Appreciation Week 2021 Day 3:

Wednesday Nov 24 - Complete AU // Lyrics

High school AU still supernatural

I’m pacing my room, trying to figure out how to handle the fact that I’m actually in love with the guy I’ve been having hate sex with for over a year. I don’t know how to handle it. I should’ve known better. He’ll never want to give me more than he already is. I should have stopped it a long time ago, but it’s too late for that now.

My phone rings, playing “No, I won't call you baby I won't buy you daisies 'Cause that don't work And I know how to get you crazy How to make you want me So bad it hurts”

I answer and say “Yes?”

He chuckles and says “Hey, you should come over?”

I sigh and say “We have to talk, actually so sure.”

He sighs and says “Okay. See you soon.”

I hang up without responding like I normally do, before hitting my head against the wall. I change out of my home clothes and shrug on my leather jacket. I grab my keys, phone and wallet before heading out to my Camaro. I get in and drive over to his house like I do at least once a week. He is standing in the doorway when I get there, so I sigh before turning my car off and walking up to him. He lets me in and heads into the kitchen, surprising me. I expected him to ignore the fact that I said we needed to talk, but clearly he isn’t. I steel myself and walk into the kitchen and lean against the counter. He jumps to sit on the counter beside me and I can see his nostrils flare, meaning he’s trying to figure out what is going on. He shakes his head and I can’t help but notice how cute he looks.

I sigh and say “I think we need to stop this. I don’t think I can keep going on like this.”

He chuckles and says “Derbear, did you finally figure out that we haven’t been having the hate sex you thought we were having?”

I look at him sharply before saying “What do you mean, Stiles?”

He jumps off the counter to stand in front of me and says “Oh, Der. You mornon. Do you remember I’m a shifter as well?”

I nod and say “Of course I remember that. What about it?”

He chuckles and says “Oh my goodness. Do you think if we were actually having hate sex either of us would refuse to use condoms? We scent mark each other almost all the time. We’ve been having sex for well over a year, exclussively and we have never used condoms. Are you telling me you don’t understand still?”

I deflate and say “I don’t understand what you’re saying, Sti?”

He runs a hand over my neck and says “Oh sweetheart. I’ve been in love with you since we were 15. And clearly you realized you love me as well.”

I lightly touch his neck and say “I am a moron clearly. You let me touch your neck without problem. How did I never see it? I’ve been posturing for so long for no reason. I didn’t think you would want me if I wasn’t a dick.”

He kisses me lightly and says “Oh, Der. You still don’t know, do you?”

I look into his whiskey eyes and say “What do you mean?”

He smiles slightly and says “Der, take a sniff of my neck and I’m sure you’ll know what I mean.”

I do as he says before gasping and say “Oh god, we’re mates. How did I not know? Why did you never tell me?”

He pulls away slightly and says “I was scared. I knew you were mine, but I wasn’t positive I was yours. I didn’t feel secure enough to tell you before you figured at least part of it out yourself.”

I pull him to my chest and say “I’m so sorry, baby. I’m an idiot. I didn’t mean to hurt you this way. I’ll make up for it I promise. I’ll court you properly and introduce you to my family. No wonder mom and Laura have been so pissed at me recently. They had to have known even when I didn’t. No wonder I set your ringtone to what I did. I’m such an idiot.”

He chuckles softly and says “They do know. They talked to me about it months ago. But I told them to let you figure it out on your own. What is my ringtone?”

I sigh and say “You didn’t have to protect me from my family, baby. I would deserve whatever they threw at me for being so blind. Bad enough for you by All Time Low.”

He laughs hard and says “You silly boy. Love, you’re an idiot. Of course I had to protect you from your family or they would have not accepted me as well as they already have. By letting you figure it out yourself it makes me look better than if I let them tell you. They’ll respect me more that way.”

I chuckle and say “Sometimes I really forget the fact that you’re a genius. God, how did I get so lucky? I couldn’t have pictured a better mate. You’re gorgeous, you’re caring, you’re brilliant, you’re the strongest person I know and you are far too good for me.”

He shakes his head and says “Der, I know you. You’re beautiful, intelligent, loving, a good man and a closet dork. Neither of us is too good for the other. And now we’re on the same page. Which I am very grateful for.”

I kiss him slowly for the first time and melt against him. I’m glad we’re on the same page now, as well. I’m glad I don’t have to lose another minute of my time with my mate, by being a moron.

@softranswolves

This.