#I'm Not Surrendering

[stilesdemonbaby]

I'm Not Surrendering by Arvak

Summary:

Stiles stared down at the man in front of him with a deep frown. Peter settled into his chair with a satisfied sigh and tipped his head back, closing his eyes. And Stiles couldn't fucking believe it. "How do you do that?" he snapped with irritation. The man rose a brow but his eyes stayed comfortably shut. "Do what?" Stiles glared. "You're just... Fuck, you're not bothered by anything, are you?!" Those chilly blue eyes cracked open just enough for the man to peer down at the seething boy. "You're literally about to die and-... And you don't even care!" -OR- Peter gets cursed by a witch and once the clock hits midnight, he'll suffocate. He's accepted his fate after they've exhausted every resource they can to stop it, and tries to convince Stiles to relax with him and spend his last moments doing anything other than stressing about something they can't control. But, damn it, Stiles never could admit defeat, and he sure as hell wasn't going to start now.

Tags: Another Pesky Witch Fic, Peter is Cursed, First Kiss, Feels, Stiles Stilinski Saves Peter Hale

Published: 2024-12-17

Words: 2,301

Chapters: 1/1

Rating: General

[chalkrub]

dinosaur in a lab coat - would you trust her with operating the centrifuge

[just-a-fun]

When you're trained to notice every single detail but people around you won't notice if there is a fucking more island on the sea:

[diezmil10000]

"Entrégate a tus deseos, Elise."

[charyou-tree]

Ok, I get it, you hate Biden

You want a cool, leftist candidate to vote for instead. Great, me too!

What is your plan to get some candidate you like better into power?

Who should we campaign for?

How do we raise money?

What races are important? What races can't they win?

And most importantly, how do we convince ~100 Million other Americans that you're right, and we should vote for this person?

You don't have a plan.

You say "don't vote for Biden" and refuse to provide any alternatives, so I can only assume you'd rather the people on Tumblr not vote at all.

I guarantee the fascists will be voting next year, and making sure that if they win, this will be the last election you get to vote in. Don't take it from me, here it is in their own words:

There's a 900 page plan about how the fascists intend to take over America.

So I ask again, what's your plan? Do you want to help Palestinians, or do you want to make sure that the last people who still believe in elections lose?

If your only contribution is "Biden is evil" and "both sides are the same" or "every American politician is evil" then I'm going to assume your intentions are to keep young leftists disillusioned and prevent them from voting, and I'll block accordingly.

[doomreed]

Also I am once again losing my entire mind over this panel, from the set up for 2015's Secret Wars. 616 Reed saw this! That Reed died protecting his Victor, and that Victor surrendered explicitly because his Reed was dead. Died holding him? Bridal style? Like he weighed nothing? I will never be normal about this, thank you and good night.

[viric-dreams]

Thinking about her (the Wellspring).

[vaguely-concerned]

the melancholy edge it must have for lucanis romancing rook especially to see the end of the murder of crows quest before they know for sure lucanis will be staying with them tho. the 'so happy for him that neither his cousin nor his grandmother is irretrievably lost to him (*cough* no matter what I might think of them personally *cough*) and also that it all ended about as well as there was any sane reason to hope for even though he's saddled with this awful job he doesn't want now! incidentally my heart feels like it's being crushed under the immense pressure haunting the deepest abysses of the ocean floor at the idea of not seeing him every day anymore but we're not going to be talking about that right now'

[harmonysixx]

I wish I had a big brother who sang me sea shanties (and summoned hurricanes) when I'm upset.

[hurtcomforted]

me, watching top gun: omg this is boring. i don't care about action movies. i don't care about the action. can that guy stop fucking chewing. can that other guy keep his fucking tongue in his mouth. oh god, it's over.

me, waking up the next day: okay but like. chewie and tongue guy. someone ships that, right.

me, three days later: fuck me, i ship that.

[likesummerrainn]

TNA No Surrender | 02.23.24

[sillentless]

I was re-reading the book and thought of this, it's when Aled and Frances were leaving Johnny R's in the very beginning of the story

I kind of liked it tbh

[out-there-tmblr]

Young Zaundads wip (50)

***

Vander recognises the familiar signs of Silco with a new project. Whenever they have spare time, Silco has his notebook out, carefully writing out lists of ideas. He goes to the harbour in the morning, starts spreading word that they'll be looking for building materials soon and negotiating prices.

It feels a little too soon for Vander. They don't know if the ventilation will work yet, but Silco's promising funds and making commitments.

"It's a risk," Silco agrees, "but we don't want to miss this opportunity because we weren't prepared. We need to be ready."

Part of that involves talking to Babette and explaining Silco's grand plan. Babette listens to Silco's entire spiel, only moving to occasionally ash her cigarette and blowing out faint blue smoke rings.

"There are three things you need to make a place a town," she says, her furry ears flicking. "Somewhere to fuck, somewhere to drink, and somewhere to pray. I can supply one of those."

"We'll build the bar," Silco promises, as if they've actually discussed that, "but I'm not building a temple. Gods don't listen to our prayers."

Silco rolls out a map of their land and they start talking prices and location. Babette wants to be closer to riverside, on the pathway for easy customers. Silco agrees to pay for half of the building costs in return for a quarter of Babette's takings. Babette argues for a set weekly rent instead, thirty bronze a week. They bicker back and forth, but eventually settle on fifty bronze a week and they'll only contribute a quarter of the building costs.

It eases Vander's worries when Babette finally agrees and actually hands over coin so they can start buying materials straight away. Silco volunteers Connol's time to plan the building and Babette promises that her workers will help with the labour during the day.

Babette also suggests that her workers can spread the idea. The miners that have enough funds to pay for their company might have the coin to build.

Vander asks Connol, Benzo and Felicia to start mentioning it too. To spread the word that they're waiting for the vents to be built and once they're tested, they'll start allocating plots to any interested miners.

They only open the market every fourth day, but each evening there's another miner or two asking about the land, the cost and how it will work. Vander recognises their expressions, the pre-emptive look of defeat when you ask for something out of reach.

Silco has worked out estimates, a list of prices for materials. How much it will cost to build a shack the size of their room and how long it takes two adults to build. The cheapest option is still over two hundred bronze, and that's out of reach for a lot of miners.

It's Vander that suggests working groups. "Talk to your friends," he tells them, "see if anyone else is interested. If you worked together, you could build a place and then save up, once you don't have to pay for a bunk every night. It'll be tight quarters for a little while but if you work together, in a month you could afford a second place."

There's something amazing about seeing that spark of hope take hold. He sees men and women start to cautiously believe their lives could be better. Start to hope.

***

While the Pilties keep working underground, Vander and Silco have to work out how they're going to organise this. Some miners already have coin and want to secure a plot now, which is a problem when they're still waiting on materials to be delivered.

"They'll get impatient if we don't work out something," Vander says, getting undressed.

On the other side of the room, Silco carefully hangs up his jacket, and then pulls his shirt off over his head. "We can't sell them something we don't have."

"So when do they arrive?"

"Next week." Silco folds his shirt carefully and places it on the desk. "More the week after."

"So we'll make it at month end. Give everyone a chance to withdraw some money, and then allocate lots."

"How?"

Vander frowns, pulling down his pants and hooking them on the wall. "I don't know. Lottery?"

"Maybe," Silco says, shrugging. "We could draw out numbers to assign a plot."

In the end, they decide to assign everyone a number and then draw a lottery. First called out can choose their plot. It seems as fair a system as any.

Vander's main concern is timing. They get closer and closer to the end of the month and the Pilties are still working.

"We'll have to go ahead with it," Vander says, as they walk up to riverside at the end of another long day. The first delivery of wood is due today; Vander's not exactly looking forward to moving it all away from the docks tonight. "There are too many people coming to try to call it off."

"We'll assign the land," Silco agrees, "but we'll have to make it clear that they can give up their claim if the ventilation shafts don't work. This isn't a sham."

"Of course it's not. We're not charging them."

From the suspicious look Silco shoots him, he sees right through Vander's empty reassurance. It's a risk and they both know that. Doing something like this, standing above the crowd and trying to lead them somewhere new makes them a target. If things go wrong and people are disappointed, it won't take much for the crowd to turn against them. People always love having someone to blame.

"This would be a lot easier if they'd hurry up and test it," Silco mutters and Vander has to agree. Any sign of progress would be reassuring.

Silco pays the captain and orders more wood. He gives the harbour master a few coins in thanks, and the harbour master lets them borrow a two-wheeled cart for the night. The path is too uneven and steep to simply pull and push the cart to the market, but it gets them halfway there and then they have to lift the planks between them, and carefully walk down.

"We need to talk to Connol about this," Silco says, adjusting his grip as he steps carefully on the loose gravel. "There's got to be a better way to do this."

"You want your own personal elevator?"

"Ideally," Silco replies drily and Vander snorts. "Although I doubt even Connol and Benzo could figure that one out."

"You should say that to Benzo's face. He might do it just to spite you."

Silco sneers, breathing heavily as the path gets steeper. "How long will it take him to forgive me for stealing his best friend? A decade? Two?"

"I'd give it three to be safe." Silco shakes his head but he doesn't seem bothered by it. If it was Vander, he'd take it personally. "It really doesn't get to you?"

"It's comforting, I think. I know you'll have his sympathy if you throw me over for someone new." It means something, Vander thinks, that Silco says it like the idea is silly instead of inevitable. Silco gives a tiny shrug, shifting the weight in his hands. "Let's be honest. Connol and Felicia would be torn between us. It's good you'd still have one friend who'd still like you."

***

[cerezzzita]

I'll never forgive Ubisoft for never showing Ezio with his hair down

[coredrill]

Happy birthday Isami Ao! (August 31)

[askblueandviolet]

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