#androgynous stiles

[im-not-good-with-names]

((appearance ask- hair and glance!!!!))

Hair:

Lucía has blue hair, like, bright blue. It's curly (3C or 4A) and she has an undercut. Lucía is the sort of person who has like three very basic haircare products and still has the softest, most fluffy curls ever. Before becoming an avatar her mother would straigthen it, so now she won't straigthen it. Outsider of that she will do anything to her hair, but I feel like she likes to braid it.

Alex, in the other hand, has the blandest, most normal haircut, sligthy wavy and that's it. He's a dirty blond, the sort that makes it hard to be clear which color it truly is. Her hair it's super soft too, but it's because she works hard for it. He has short hair, so she can't stile it much.

Glance:

When I think of Lucía, I think of a Girl King, of Ganimedes, lady MacBeth, so I think that Lucía is, at the first glance, way too much. She dresses boldly and has a very big presence, even as she's quite small phisically. Bright and blinding and awe-inspiring. Just by looking at her, you can feel something is deeply wrong with her.

When I think of Alex I think of a puppet, of Dionisyus, Saint Tarcisius, androgynous, sligthy boyish people. Alex is so bland she becomes interesting, the perfect little boy with something off about him. He has this terrible blank eyes and sad little smile that makes you feel like the world is ending.

[sureuncertainty]

2, 29, 33

(adding 1 to this as context for question 2)

What, specifically, was the catalyst for their physical attraction (if applicable) to the other character? In other words, what in particular had them like “Oh, they’re...hot...”

Does this change over time? What things do they find “hot” about their partner after they’ve been together for some time, and have had more time to, well, notice and appreciate?

Avery - Being demisexual, Avery's attraction to Nyx started out more as aesthetic attraction and gender envy before it became more physical, so it wasn't until they got closer to them that they became more attracted to them. Initially, the main thing that they found attractive about Nyx was how androgynous/gender neutral they presented, especially their clothes, hair and makeup. More specific physical traits would be their nose and sharp jawline. But for the actual question, I think it does change over time (altho Avery is still jealous of Nyx's genderfluid shapeshifting abilities). Nyx's dark brown eyes for one (even before they actually get together, but after they've gotten to know them more). Also their hair, particularly how soft it is. Avery loves running their fingers through Nxy's hair, it's definitely something they didn't appreciate enough right away.

Nyx - Nyx was also drawn to Avery's stile/vibe initially, they've always liked nerdy, scholarly types lol (they had a crush on Milo from Atlantis when they were younger), but Nyx's attraction to people generally also stems more from their personality and passion than how they look (it's not hard for Nyx to find someone attractive lol especially if they're around their age and queer presenting) Initially, their favorite specific traits are Avery's dimples (and by extension their smile) and their freckles! Upon getting to know them more and after they're together, Nyx also loves Avery's eyes, they'd describe them as sea foam green, and are one of their favorite traits of theirs. Particularly the way Avery's eyes light up when they're talking about something they're passionate about <3

What compromises are they making in their relationship?

This is an interesting question because their relationship doesn't exactly follow a traditional path and they end up making compromises living together long before they actually get together romantically (around midway through the book, when they stop fighting constantly and figure out how to get along). But I do think those issues continue to be present even as they are together for longer, and after they move and start actually living together as a couple. They have very different communication styles and also living styles. Nyx is used to living sparsely and gets highly stressed when there is a lot of clutter around, while Avery doesn't have the brain space or executive function to keep things perfectly neat and tidy all the time, but tries to as best they can. That continues to be a point of tension for them in their relationship even after they're together, and they both end up having to sort of compromise their own preferences in that way. And then of course there's the way that Avery compromises their own safety to be with Nyx after they learn about the Silence Agenda, and even after the events of the book, accept that there is a factor of risk that comes with being with Nyx, in case Nyx was ever caught by authorities, or if Cain or Kat or any other members of Silence Agenda ever were to come after them (which might be explored in a sequel).

Under what circumstances would they feel jealous?

Neither of them get jealous super easily, but Nyx does more than Avery. We see this in the book in the scene (before they're even together) where they go to a bookstore and a girl starts talking (and potentially flirting, I keep it ambiguous) with Avery and that makes Nyx very jealous and insecure. They constantly (even after they're together) feel like they're not good enough or smart enough or "normal" enough for Avery, plus their relationship trauma and other issues makes them feel like it's only a matter of time before they hurt Avery because they can't love or care about people without hurting them. So Nyx's jealousy is less about Avery and more focused on their own self-hatred. They particularly get jealous of people who they see as better at socializing or talking than they are, since Avery is so talkative and Nyx doesn't feel like they can keep up sometimes. Also people they see as smarter, like Avery's school colleagues. For Avery, they probably do get a little jealous whenever people try and flirt with Nyx in public, but it's not something that occupies a lot of their time and energy, since they trust that Nyx only has eyes for them. Also Nyx is usually intimidating and off-putting enough that anyone trying to flirt with them ends up backing off pretty quickly lmao

[seaweed-water]

this but also stiles is a switch. he's whatever his partner needs him to be. he just happens to like dominant women. derek on the other hand may seem dominant (and i agree he leans into his masculinity as a defense mechanism) but he's a total sub... he'll do anything to please stiles or whomever. he would totally let braeden peg him, just saying.

but yes i hate when stiles is feminized. he's just comfortable in his sexuality and i don't think that automatically makes him submissive. if he weren't as androgynous looking as he is, i don't think that would ever be a question. he's certainly capable of being a kitten but i think he prefers the power bottom/service top dynamic with derek.

[celestialvoid-fanfiction]

They Do Protest

The rules for the prom are that couples must wear suits and dresses, and Harris is determined to make sure that those rules are followed despite the fact that Cora detests wearing dresses. Stiles, however, has a plan.

“Couples must wear suits and dresses,” Lydia recited, dropping her face into her hands.  “Harris was addiment on it.”

Cora sat across from her, her eyes focused on the table between them. She was hugging herself, shifting slightly in her seat.

“Cora,” Lydia started slowly, but her words fell short of her lips.

“It’s fine,” Cora muttered, not looking up at them.

“No, it’s not,” Stiles objected. “It’s not fair that you should feel uncomfortable because Harris feels threatened when someone doesn’t obey his archaic gender norms.”

The pack all turned, staring at Stiles with matching shocked expressions.

“What?” Stiles said.

Isaac brushed it off. He reached out and set his hand on Cora’s shoulder. “I’ll talk to Coach, or Miss Morell, someone will listen.”

Stiles slouched back against the wall, turning the piece of paper over in his hands. He looked down at the rules, reading the over again.

FORMAL DRESS CODE:

Students are expected to dress in formal attire, either a suit or a dress that meets the following criteria:

Full length dress, tuxedo, or suit must be worn appropriately.  No sagging pants or jeans.

Collared dress shirt with long sleeves, worn with a tie/bow tie (exception: tux shirt with a decorative button). Shirts must remain on & tucked in for the entire dance.

Must wear jackets or blazers with suits, not just shirts or vests.

Formal dresses cannot be shorter than fingertip length with arms fully extended.

Dress slits may not be higher than fingertip length with arms fully extended.

Bare midriffs and plunging necklines are not allowed. No cut outs. Two-piece top/skirt, outfits must cover midriff.

No see-through material that exposes midriff, excessive cleavage, or thighs.

The back of the dress may not be lower than the middle of the back or bra.

No bandanas, chains, baseball caps, or canes.

No matter how many times he read the same words, it still made his blood boil.

He turned the piece of paper over in his hands, again and again. He froze, a thought striking him. He read over the rules one more time.

“Lydia,” he said, looking across the room to where the strawberry-blonde sat. “What were Harris’s exact words?”

“‘Couples must wear suits and dresses’,” Lydia quoted.

A devilish smirk played across his lips, his eyes lit up with a glint of mischief as he said, “I have an idea.”

“You do realise that for this to work, everyone has to get on board,” Lydia pointed out.

“We could everyone on our side,” Isaac said.

“What about Jackson?” Erica asked.

“And Derek,” Boyd added.

“I’ll lean on Jackson,” Lydia said, a hint of finality in her voice.

“I’ll talk to Derek,” Cora volunteered.

Scott looked around at his friends. “This might just work.”

“Of course it’s going to work,” Stiles scoffed. “It’s my plan.”

The school gym had been transformed. Long ribbons of flowing white fabric had been draped from the ceiling, radiating from the central point in the room and pinned back against the walls so that the middle hung slightly and the ends cascaded down the walls like curtains of falling water. The parts where the fabric had been pinned to the ceiling or to the walls were decorated with hanging strands of crystal-like beads, the glass chunks shimmering and glinting as they caught the light.

The pack had gathered off to the side.

Stiles couldn’t help but smile as he looked around at his classmates. If he was being honest, he never would have thought they’d go through with it. He expected to turn up and see only the pack sticking to the plan. But Lydia had seemed to work her magic; she’d convinced the school to flip the dress code for prom: girls wore suits, and guys wore dresses.

Stiles was dressed in a flowing white chiffon dress with pink peonies pained on it. It had a split in the front that let the fabric drift freely around his legs and stopped him from tripping over the hem. The skirt gathered around his slender waist, accentuating the dip of the V-neck and delicate shoestring straps.

Cora stood beside him, dressed in a fitted navy-blue tuxedo and looking fabulous. A radiant smile lit up her face. The lapels were decorated with gold embroidery and beading that matched Isaac’s outfit.

Isaac wore a two-piece dress made of velvety navy-blue material. The top was drawn into a Grecian neckline and covered in gold lace and beading. The waistband of the skirt hugged his slim waist, high enough that barely a centimetre of his pale skin was left exposed. The hem of the skirt was higher at the front, sitting at his knees while the back sat around his heels, revealing the pattern of the same gold detailing, beading and lace that ran along the inside hem of the skirt.

Scott stood beside him, wearing a two-tone dress that had a silver-beaded top and a flowing purple silk skirt. He had his arm around Allison’s waist, gently tugging at her black suit jacket to pull her closer and smiling as he nuzzled his face into her shoulder.

Boyd wore a forest-green dress, simple and elegant. The A-line skirt flowed from his hips, the top held up by the asymmetrical strap that was decorated with lace. He still managed to look powerful, like a Roman soldier.

His dress matched Erica’s tie and the faint embroidered pattern of the suit she wore. She and Boyd had had their matching outfits planned for months, so it was as easy as swapping, and adjusting the sizes slightly. Boyd’s mother had taken in the suit to fit her—all the while laughing at the brilliance their plan and offering to help the others adjust their outfits.

Lydia wove her way through the crowd, making her way over to them. She looked stunning in a black tuxedo and black heels. She wore a velvety red tie that made the cascading waves of strawberry-blonde hair look richer in colour.

Stiles blinked in surprise when Jackson appeared behind her, wearing a wine-red floor-length gown. The straps that sat off his broad shoulders, following the curve of the sweetheart neckline where the ruched fabric crossed over his chest. The long skirt was draped around his legs, a thigh-high split up the left side.

“I thought I’d die before I ever saw you in a dress,” Stiles said as Jackson joined them.

“Had you asked me, I would have said no,” Jackson said. He turned to look at Cora, smiling softly as he gently patted her arm.

Cora smiled in return and mouthed ‘Thank you’.

“Well, I don’t know about you guys, but I feel pretty,” Stiles said, swishing the fabric of his skirt.

Boyd rolled his eyes and Jackson groaned, “And you ruined it.”

Across the dancefloor, Stiles spotted Danny wearing a blush-pink gown made of a soft, flowing fabric. It was a strapless gown with a curved neckline that dipped down his chest. The fitted corset was decorated with white, pearl and pink beading and hints of pastel pink floral lace that trailed past the waistline and onto the flowing skirt.

His date – Ethan – wore a tailored grey suit with a pearl-white tie and a pink handkerchief tucked into the breast pocket.

They were all there—everyone but Derek, at least.

“Where’s Derek?” Allison asked, glancing at Cora.

She shrugged. “He dropped me off at Scott’s place earlier and then went home.”

“Is he not coming?” Erica asked, shocked.

“I got a text from him saying he was going to be late,” Stiles said. “He told us to go without him; he’ll catch up.”

Lydia looked from Stiles to Cora. “Do you think he’ll go along with it?”

“I don’t know,” Cora admitted.

“Heads up,” Isaac said, nodding at the man who shoved his way through the crowd and stormed across the room to their sides.

“What is the meaning of this?” Harris snapped, livid.

Stiles glanced at his friends, feigning confusion. “The meaning of what?”

“Stop this nonsense right now,” Harris ordered, his face flushed red with rage. His eyes locked onto Stiles. “Go get changed right now or I’ll write you all up on dress code violations and have you suspended for this.”

“For what?” Stiles asked.

“Don’t try and be smart with me, Stilinski.”

Stiles turned to Lydia. “Lydia, do you have the—?"

She dug into her jacket pocket, handing him a piece of paper.

“‘Couples must wear suits and dresses’,” Stiles recited. “Those were your words. And we’re just doing as we were told.” He gestured at the teens around him. “The couples are wearing suits and dresses. And while I don’t have a date, I thought I’d wear a dress since—” He unfolded the piece of paper in his hand and held it up for Harris to see. “—nowhere in these rules does it say that guys can’t wear dresses.”

“This is ridiculous,” Harris snarled.

“You want to pull us up on dress code infringement?” Stiles continued. “What exactly are we infringing?” He turned the paper around and began to read through the rules, “Full length dresses, tuxedos, or suits must be worn.”

He looked down at himself before turning and sizing up his friends.

“Check. Collared dress shirts with long sleeves, worn with a tie or bow tie and tucked in. Must wear jackets or blazers.”

He turned and looked at the girls who made a show of showing off the sleeves, ties, tucked-in shirts, and jackets.

“Check and check,” Stiles repeated. “Dress slits may not be higher than fingertip length.”

Stiles and Jackson straightened their arms, measuring the height of the slits in their skirts.

“Check,” Stiles repeated, smirking as Harris’s face began to twitch with fury. He continued, “Bare midriffs and plunging necklines are not allowed. No cut outs. Two-piece outfits must cover midriff. No see-through material or excessive cleavage.”

He glanced at Isaac. “That’s—what?—two millimetres of skin, you can hardly call that a midriff. And last I checked, I don’t have cleavage,” he said, glancing down at the deep V-neck of his dress. “Let alone, ‘excessive’ cleavage. So, check.”

“No bandanas, chains, baseball caps, or canes. Check,” Stiles finished, handing the piece of paper back to Lydia. “We followed your rules to the letter, so what exactly are you pulling us up on?”

Danny and Ethan joined them.

All eyes were on them, the music dimmed slightly as everyone watched on.

“Mr Steiner might be the only one here who listened to the rules,” Harris growled.

“The rules stated that couples had to wear dresses and suits,” Ethan recited. He slid his hand into Danny’s, lacing their fingers together and giving Danny’s hand a gentle squeeze. “One of us had to wear the suit, and Danny looks better in a dress than I ever could.”

Harris looked as if his head were about to explode.

Silence fell over the room as everyone turned towards the double doors that led into the gym.

Stiles turned, his jaw dropping and his heart skipping a beat.

Derek stood in the doorway, wearing a sky-blue dress with off-the-shoulder straps, a fitted corset and a ballgown skirt that was decorated with embroidered white flowers and trailing vines. Small pearls were embedded in the thin tulle overlay of the skirt, making it shimmer in the dim light, the fabric rippling and swaying like the ocean as Derek made his way through the crowd and over to them.

Stiles couldn’t take his eyes off him, his lips shaking slightly as he struggled for find his voice.

“You’re all suspended,” Harris snapped, pointing an accusing finger at all of them.

“We’ve got a game in three days,” Jackson said, his face deadpan as he levelled his cold eyes on Harris. “Good luck telling Coach you suspended the entire lacrosse team.”

“And the basketball team,” Derek added.

“Especially without reason,” Isaac furthered.

“What’s going on?” Coach asked, making his way through the crowd and over to their sides.

“Finstock,” Harris said with relief. “Maybe you can put an end to this nonsense.”

“We’re not breaking any rules,” Lydia said, pulling the piece of paper from her jacket pocket again and passing it to Coach Fisntock.

Coach read it over, his face twisted in thought.

“Stilinski,” he finally said after a long silence.

“Yes, Coach?” Stiles replied, shaking himself from this stupor.

“I take it this was your idea; it seems like something you’d think up.”

“Yes, Coach,” Stiles admitted.

“May I ask, why?”

“The prom is meant to be one night when us kids can have fun, but there are so many rules about what we can or can’t wear that it’s become more stressful than fun,” Stiles explained. “Especially for girls. The fact that girls are told that they have to wear dresses to the prom is just stupid; they should be able to wear a suit if they want. There’s a gender bias in the school regulations when it comes to clothing infringements, and not just for the prom.”

Coach nodded thoughtfully. He glanced from the piece of paper to each of them, his face composed as his eyes rolled over them.

“Well, I don’t see any rules you’re breaking,” Coach said, passing the piece of paper back to Lydia. “Have a nice time.”

“Thanks, Coach,” they all replied in unison.

“I’ll talk to the school board and see what we can do about these rules,” Coach said. “And not just for prom.” He turned to walk away but stopped, turning back to them “And, Stilinski—”

“Yes, Coach?”

“Nice dress.”

“Thank you, Coach,” Stiles said, smiling.

Harris opened his mouth to argue but Coach shot him a look that silenced him. Finstock nodded towards the door and Harris followed him outside.

Stiles let out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding. He turned and looked at the expressions of relief on his friend’s faces.

“I told you it’d work,” he said.

Jackson patted him on the back. “I’ve got to admit, I had my doubts.” He turned his attention to Derek, looking him over as he said, “Cinderella made it to the ball after all.”

“Laura had to make a few last-minute adjustments,” Derek said quietly, smoothing his hands over the ruffles of his skirt.

“Well, I think you look beautiful,” Erica said.

Cora threw her arms around her brother’s shoulders, her voice drowned out by the music as she whispered, “Thank you.”

Derek held her close, talking softly to her. He gently smoothed down her hair, pressing a kiss to the crown on her head before setting her down on her feet.

“So, do we get changed now, or—?” Isaac asked.

“Well, the theme of the prom is ‘guys wear dresses, girls wear suits’,” Lydia said. “But if you want to get changed—”

“No,” Isaac replied. He glanced down. His cheeks flushed pink as his slender fingers toyed with the hem of his top. “I kind of like wearing this.”

“Come on, let’s dance,” Erica said, looping her arm through Boyd’s and letting him lead her towards the dancefloor.

Ethan smiled sweetly at Danny, gently tugging at his hand.

Cora took Isaac’s hand and pulled him away, followed by Scott and Allison and then Lydia and Jackson, leaving Stiles and Derek standing on their own in the corner of the room.

“You look incredible,” Stiles blurted out before he could stop himself.

Derek let out a breathless laugh, smiling bashfully as he bowed his head. He bit into his lip gently and looked up at Stiles through his lashes. “You don’t look too bad yourself.”

Stiles felt his face flush red as he smiled.

“Do you—do you want to dance?” Derek asked.

“Can you dance in that?” Stiles asked, nodding towards Derek’s dress.

“Probably not,” Derek laughed. He held his hand out. “But I’ll give it a go if it means I get to dance with you.”

Stiles took the hand Derek offered, the two of them making their way over to the dancefloor as the melody slowed and the song began to fade into the next, Derek guided Stiles’ hands up to his shoulders, settling his hands on Stiles’ waist.

Derek took the lead. He began to move, holding Stiles close as he swayed back and forth, slowly at first.

Stiles curled into Derek more, inhaling his soft musk and settled into a sense of safety and comfort that he hadn't felt in a long time. He let his mind drift away as they swayed back and forth.

Stiles shifted slightly, resting his cheek on Derek's shoulder and watching as the strings of fairy lights danced around them.

[AO3]

[hundrbark]

list of names!

theme: teen werewolf, nostalgic therian era.

[ these are an assortment of names that can be used for masc, fem or androgynous people! ]

» kodiak

» koda

» kodi

» thorn

» wolf

» cooper / kooper

» luka / luca

» luna

» skyler / skylar

» odin

» thor

» loki

» hercules

» herakules

» tommy

» fergus

» max

» dakota

» kota

» sköll

» fenrir

» night

» blue

» feral

» rain

» rein

» shade

» scourge

» claw

» balto

» togo

» spirit

» arrow

» river

» drew

» alpha

» north

» westin / weston

» ren / wren

» frog

» moss

» juniper

» puddle

» storm

» dennis

» eunice

» hunter

» forest

» regal

» angel

» angella

» dewdrop

» kris

» okami

» fox

» lamar

» bear

» dionysus

» zeus

» fern

» fir

» ash

» coyote

» oscar

» titus

» rebel

» ryn

» smoke

» alador

» ivan

» onora / anora

» kai

» mike / michael

» edith

» poppy

» ayla

» montero

» jayden / jaiden / jaeden

» leaf

» doom

» soleil

» flash

» alex

» scott

» damian

» stiles

» acwolf

» wolfgang

» audolf

» boris

» connor

» convel

» faolan

» fleki

» geri

» lobo

» lowe

» lupus

» hardulf

» maccon

» maheegan

» olcan

» radolf

» chistroff

» viktor

» ulfred

» ulfric

» madchen

» jinx

» arcane

» mage

» adolpha

» persephone

» hades

» louve

» lovette

» moon

» nukini

» artemis

» ares

» leto

» nyx

» morrigan

» skadi

» grey / gray

» zinc

» russell

» gypsy

[voidstilesplease]

xenogenesis

word count: >1k words | tags: extraterrestrials (mention), a questionable negotiation, aliens have invaded Earth and are possessing human bodies to survive, nods at Meyer's The Host

Theo hisses under his breath as he collides against a wayward trolley cart, sending some of its contents – a stainless steel tray full of unused syringes and blood vials – clattering and rolling across the sterile floor of the long corridor. Stiles doesn’t even glance over his shoulder at the noise and continues walking further away from Theo.

Theo swears. One guess on who arranged the trolley exactly along the path of anyone who turns the corner, in perfect position for a collision. Stiles is many things, and little shit is most of them.

“You won’t get there in time to stop the extraction!”

“And your shorter limbs can’t catch up to me in time to stop me.” Stiles angrily replies without pausing or looking back. “We all know the cryopod is barely fixed to sustain the Soul once extracted, so I don’t know what the fuck got into your heads to make this decision. Its best chance is staying inside its host,” Stiles makes a sharp turn to the left, and Theo groans as he picks up his pace once more. Stiles's furious voice carries even with his body out of view. “So, keep the human host alive to keep it alive. We are not killing my subject today.”

It’s too late to break his momentum when Theo turns the same corner hot on Stiles’s trail and walks straight into a portable lab coat rack this time, smacking the bridge of his nose against a steel rod.

“Motherfu –“ he curses, rubbing his injured nose. Having had enough of Stiles’s petty stunts, Theo growls and shoves the rack aside, unmindful of where it ends up, and shouts at Stiles’s retreating form. “I have already agreed to host it!”

A telltale squeaking of shoes halting mid-step echoes around the hallway following Theo’s statement. There’s a second of pause before Stiles whips around, whole body, mouth hung open and eyes bulging out of the sockets. Despite his raging jealousy, Theo crosses his arms and smirks in victory. Stiles has always boasted about being able to predict Theo’s next moves because in Stiles's words: 'he’s surviving on exactly one brain cell'. Not too predictable now, is he.

Spiteful, he watches as Stiles cries in his outrage and barrels over to him in long, fuming strides. It’s true that Theo can’t catch up to Stiles. It’s much more satisfying to reel him back in, anyway.

“Are you insane?” Stiles hisses up at Theo’s face when he gets close enough. “We spent years fighting them, doing our best to save as many human hosts as possible, protecting our bodies from becoming their possession. And you’re just giving yours willingly?”

“Oh, come on, Stiles.” Theo scoffs, shaking his head in scorn. He lets his arms fall to the side and sneers. “Aren’t you happy to hear you’re not going to lose your extraterrestrial boyfriend?”

Stiles narrows his eyes dangerously. Slowly, but with an obvious warning in his tone, he says, “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.”

With venom in his smile, Theo closes their distance by another step. “You know precisely what I mean,” Rage builds inside Stiles’s eyes when he catches the knowing look from Theo. He starts shaking his head in disgust, but Theo doesn’t back down now that he’s got the attention he wants. “Sympathizing with your ‘subject’ is one thing, Stiles, but engaging it sexually? That is too random, frequent, and passionate to be related to your goal to assess your 'androgyne theory'? You’re fucked up.”

“You’re fucked up,” Stiles retorts hotly, nostrils flaring at Theo. “What, have you been watching?”

Theo scoffs, “You’re fucking the alien inside your lab, Stilinski, in a compound full of your fellow insurgents. You’re not exactly the epitome of discretion.”

“So, what’s this?” Stiles grits his teeth, losing his composure. “Are you going to use what you know to blackmail me?”

“I said,” Theo enunciates, slowly, to make his point. “that I will host the Soul when its current body dies – and we both know it will. It won’t be able to repress me like what it did to its present host – you made sure of that. We will cohabitate, like what your research always meant to test. I’m giving full consent. So, where is the blackmail in that?”

Stiles looks shell-shocked for a moment but quickly regains his faculties enough to accuse Theo again, “I know you,” he hisses in loathing. “Too well for my own good, Theo. You’re not helping Derek out of the kindness of your heart. You want something. So, tell me, huh. What’s in it for you?”

Derek. Theo wants to gag. He’s even addressing it with the name it chose for itself upon its initial inhabitation of the host body instead of the serial code tattooed on the left wrist of each Soul-possessed human host. Stiles is gone on this invader. And if Theo didn’t intend to use that to his benefit, he’d have puked from revulsion. But considering his less than noble intentions, he can’t really pass judgment. Because from the same terrain or not, they’re all creatures of habit – selfishness is the way of life.

“Well,” he starts, lightly brushing his thumb along Stiles’s jaw. He enjoys how it ticks under his finger. “You’re in love with a bodiless Soul, and I’m in love with you –“

Stiles sucks in a sharp breath.

steo a-z: part 24

“Use me to get what you want to give me what I want.” Smiling winningly, Theo concludes, “It’s a win-win situation, wouldn’t you say?”

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[rainbowskittle]

Reblog this with your bitmoji so your friends and mutuals know what you look like

[chronologicallyorderedbones]

How do you even stay androgynous and hot like you?

Fuck around and find out

Jk i have no idea i have very little sense of stile but I like to layer things-?

(also shut up you are hot af too)

[maskthesimp]

Cold Blooded, Warm Hearted - Malia Tate x Self-Insert

Warnings: mentions of child abuse, general violence and gore, crude language, monsters

If you wish to follow this fanfic more closely (as it will be a full on book hopefully) check my Wattpad in the Pinned post! It just makes everything easier~ XOXO

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Chapter 1: Paths Crossed

"Bring him," a voice rings out, fire crackles as chains gently rattle against parallel stone pillars. Echoes of footsteps ring through the halls, coming to a whisper as they enter an open space, the ground lined with sand, crunching under the small boots of he who entered the ceremony room.

"You, child of Connor, Lord of the West Territories; Here you shall evolve. Shed your skin, accept your heritage and become one of us! Take your first kill, and burn away the weakness that plagues you," the voice continues to boom through the vast space, voices whispering and muttering as the small figure makes it's way closer to the rattling chains, "Are you ready, my child?" The voice booms as a man groans, his chains shake and knock together, the heat of the fire laying ontop of his skin like a blanket waiting leap and turn him to ash, "...I am!".

Two cloaked men, jam their spears to the ground next to the younger figure, and take their place next to the chained man, "It's time for you to evolve," says the left man, "Shed your humanity." Says the man on the right. A chant erupts in the observing crowd, 'kill, shed, evolve...kill, shed, evolve...'

The young, small figure slowly walks towards the rattling chains, and the bare man constricted by them. He looks at his hands as ash red claws crawl their way out of his formerly human finger tips, wine red scales peel back up his arm, waist, chest, neck, and face, amber rings brand his once ivy green orbs. "Kill, shed, evolve," the two men echo, gripping the edges of two stone bowls on either side of the chained man, filled to the brim with molten rock, glowing with the licks of flames. The ash red claws glint in the light of the flames, and swing down, sending flicks of blood to the ground, as they melt into the already red scales of the young figure's hands.

The chant continues, over and over again, 'kill, shed, evolve, kill, shed, evolve..', the first stage having been complete. The child winces in fear and nearly stumbles back, but holds himself steady, as the two men release the heated rocks onto the scaled child. A piercing scream erupts into a roar as flames slither their way across the child's body, when he opens his eyes in agony, the burning Amber rings are replaced by a now cold, blue glow.

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[Beacon Hills High-school, Last Period]

"Hey do you guys wanna study after hours?" Stiles asks, standing up from his seat. "I need to, I have a maths test coming up soon," Malia responds, a slight pout growing on her face as she reminds herself of her least favourite class. "Cool, I'll help you out!" A tall, dark boy stands from his seat aswell, Scott, he follows his girlfriend, Malia, and his best friend, Stiles, out of the classroom. They make their way up the stairs, running into their resident Banshee, and Stiles' girlfriend, Lydia, eventually reaching the doors of the library.

They settle down at one of the central desks, each opening their books and beginning to study for their respective classes. "Ya know, we haven't had anything supernatural happen in the past few months, it gives me bad tingles in my feet, like something is gonna happen soon," Stiles squirms in his seat with his his chin resting in his palm, Lydia agrees with Stiles, "Yeh you're right, it does seem weird doesn't it? Maybe The Beast was the last big bad in Beacon Hills. Seems fitting that our last one would be the first Werewolf killed by an Argent." Scott turns to his friend, somewhat rolling his eyes, "C'mon Stiles, you're being paranoid! Not everything is supernatural in this town, we can go one year without finding a body, or having kidnappings, or giant phantom werewolves tearing people apart!" Stiles looks down at his open book, a concentrated frown on his face, "Yeh I guess you're right.."

The conversation moves on, everyone but Stiles focusing on other things. A few minutes pass, before Stiles pipes up about a new face who's entered the library,with long brown and blonde hair, light denim jeans, and a black jacket. "Who's that? I don't recognise them from the new Freshmen, are they a transfer student?" The person wanders over to the Anthropology section, also known as where the stories on Mythological creatures are, "I think so, I've seen them at the Jujitsu hall, I think they were signing up," Malia answers Stiles' characteristically unrelated and random question. She gazes off at the new figure, watching them wander around, their raw fingertips glazing over the spines of each book they pass, until eventually they stop and open one, setting themselves down at a desk behind theirs. Scott turns to his girlfriend, a confused expression stapled to his face, "Why were you near the jujitsu Hall? None of us have a single class near there." Malia directs her attention back to Scott and her friends, her focus on the new teen broken, "Hm? I find it entertaining, why else?" She says as if it's blatantly obvious, which to her friends; it is, almost confused as to why Scott would even bother asking. "They seem like they're around our age, I'm just surprised anyone is even bothering coming to Beacon Hills High anymore, let alone what appears to be a transfer student." Lydia looks up from her notes, also oddly transfixed by the person, who is now deeply involved in their own selected book, "You sure they're our age, Lydia? They're kinda short, maybe puberty is stuck in traffic for them," a chuckle comes from the group's friends Liam, Corey and Mason as they sit down next to the main four, with Scott's Beta, Liam glancing at them each one at a time as a silent greeting. "No, they likely have some form of Dwarfism, a condition that essentially puts a limiter on how tall someone can grow, although there's hundreds of different types so I can't for sure say which one they may have.." Lydia responds almost distantly, still keeping a keen yet seemingly misty eye on the new kid, everyone taking a glance at her, not at all surprised by her scientific knowledge anymore, before they all go back to silently watching the figure.

After a while Stiles stands up, and begins making his way towards the new kid's desk, but not before Scott questions what he's doing, "I'm gonna go talk to them! Every time a mysterious new student shows up something happens, what if we have another Liam? Another time bomb?" Stiles points out, accidentally taking a small dig at their friend with I.E.D, "Hey! That was Scott's fault, I didn't come here as a wolf!" Liam retorts, glaring at Stiles with a frustrated gesture, "Well technically you got yourself tossed off the side of a building, so it was sorta your fault," Mason pipes up, "That was the wendigo's fault! Not mine!" The Beta reminiscences over the time he got bitten by Scott, when he fell off the hospital roof after he was hunted by a hungry Wendigo. "Alright enough! I'm going to talk to this kid and see what their deal is, okay?" Stiles eventually interrupts the debate, settling to try and conversate with this strange new face, "Who's to say they're anything at all? You don't need to be suspicious of every new person ya know," Malia points out to Stiles, shrugging her shoulders, "listen I always trust my gut, they transferred to Beacon Hills High even after everything that's happened here, and oh look! They're reading a book on supernatural creatures! That's not suspicious at all!" The skeptic says sarcastically, before stumbling over to the desk the young figure is sitting at.

He sets himself down clumsily, glancing between the person and their book, "So..a fantasy lover?" Stiles awkwardly asks the stranger sitting before him, he looks up from his reading in an almost panicked state, suddenly closing his book most of the way, "Oh um--..Hi, yeh, just studying for History," They let out a small, awkward chuckle before introducing themselves, "Cael by the way!" They reach out, shaking Stiles' hand as he too introduces himself, "So, you a fan of Mythology too, huh?" Cael attempts to break the Ice a little, worried that his social anxiety was showing, "Yeh," Stiles stares at the back of Cael's chosen book, somewhat zoning out while reading the title; 'The Extensive History and Physiology of Dragons throughout History'. "So, you're a dragon lover aswell then?" Stiles questions the kid's taste in History so Cael explains their history project, "Pff no, I have quite the distaste for them in fact, the history project is to study a part of any culture that we fear, whether it be real, religious, or historical events that took place in a Country's past," he awkwardly shifts in his seat, explained away by his discomfort with the Winged creatures depicted in his selected book, "So, what makes you dislike them so much, just scary? Or a separate reason..?" Stiles lightly stares at the androgynous figure sitting across from him with suspicion he hopes isn't noticeable, "Because they're the most scientifically realistic, in most cases," he responds with a deadpan and almost cold stare. Stiles' mind starts running wild with theories on every word Cael spoke, the way he said them, and other meanings of what he could've meant, his gut giving him more feeling than ever that Cael wasn't who they said they were.

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[Scott's House]

"Scott I'm telling you! This kid is shifty as hell! I checked with some of the people in his class, and they don't have a history homework even close to what he described!" Stiles points out his evidence for Cael's lying, showing his continued distrust for the young lad, "Maybe he just wanted to learn about Dragons, people have interests, Stiles!" Scott argues with his friend, while he watches him rummage through his desk, clearly searching for something, "Why would he lie about something like that? What's the point of lying about an interest in something such as dragons? Why not tell the truth, unless the truth is something you wish to keep hidden?" Stiles finally appears to find what he's looking for, he holds up a hard drive that Scott recognises, the Bestiary that used to belong to the Argents.

Stiles plugs in the Bestiary to his computer, and loads up the index. He scrolls down to the Dragons section and look through it for a while, reading some useful parts out loud; "Much like other shape shifters, dragons appear as human...Dragons have various species among their communities...they have a similar hierarchy system to ancient Kings and Queens of the English Empire..." Scott looks over Stiles' shoulder, silently reading along with him, "Stiles you should head to bed, it's late and we can talk more tomorrow. Listen if something is up with this kid, then we'll eventually find out, but other than a natural interest in fire breathing lizards, he hasn't acted suspicious in the slightest." Stiles turns his spinning chair around to face Scott, "Scott, he said he hates dragons and has a fear of them," Scott's face sinks with confusion, he asks what the skeptic is talking about and Stiles responds, "Whenever I was talking to him, he said that he had a really bad fear of Dragons, when I asked why all they said was because they're the most likely supernatural creature to be exist, is that not in the least bit suspicious?" The Werewolf stands up properly, thinking in silence for a few seconds, "Scott you didn't trust me with Theo, or when I realised I was the one who wrote Kira's name on the chalk board, I just need you to trust my gut this one time!" Stiles begs his friend to go along with his hunch, but Scott seems to be somewhat distant, until he snaps his head up "He could be a hunter! Maybe he's not a supernatural but a hunter!" Stiles claps his hands and points a praising finger towards his best friend, "Yes! Now you're following along! That explains why he was researching dragons, he wasn't studying them for himself, he was trying to figure out ways to defend himself or--"

"Kill them.." Scott quickly interrupts, his gaze sinking to the floor, "That's it, tomorrow we inform the rest of the Pack, and we find him. We'll question him, if my hunch is right and he's a hunter, then he poses a risk to all of us. Including any humans who are involved with protecting the supernatural, aka me! I only have a metal bat to protect myself so it'd be nice to have a heads up on this guy!" Stiles retorts with a snarky undertone, Scott nods his head, agreeing and saying goodnight to his partner in crime before heading home, the last thing he needs is his girlfriend climbing through the window to find his room Scott-less.

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[lettersofwrittencollective]

Could you do an imagine where Isaac lahey dates Scott McCall’s identical demiboy twin brother?

The brother is an original character of mine and I’m thinking of writing something about it. His name is Cassius, but everyone calls him Cassie. He has to take antidepressants and has faded sh scars on his arms. He also goes by He / They, their favorite band is korn and they love to call Scott “Junior” because he’s older than him by two minutes. Him and Isaac would be enemies to lovers and then they’d start calling Isaac “Puppy” just to piss him off (he secretly likes it though)

His hair is long but he always hides it with an orange beanie. Melissa found out that they pierced their nose when they were twelve. They’re pansexual and would be human the entire time. Also before he knew who Kate was, he had a tiny crush on her that would make Scott and Stiles disgusted (he still does).

If this is okay, could you please think about it?

Hey there sweets! I’m happy to give this a shot 😁 I was reading up a bit on this and from what I understand a Demi boy is the same as an androgynous/non binary person? Is this correct?

[possomfaced]

My voice is very androgynous when i sing so i can be both ted leo and sarah stiles

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Hey! I was wondering if y’all could help me find any androgynous or nonbinary fics? Preferably Stiles but honestly any character works! Thanks, y’all are amazing 😊

Most of these are nonbinary!Stiles, but some are other canon characters. Just to mix it up. - Anastasia

giving thanks. by katarama

(1/1 I 1,278 I Teen I Sciles)

“You know you don’t have to dress up for Thanksgiving, right?” Stiles calls into the other room. “It’s just your mom and my dad, and us dating doesn’t mean you have to impress my dad, because, you’ve like, got that on lock, dude.”

Scott pops into the bathroom, his shirt tucked into Stiles’ skirt and Stiles’ binder in his hands.

“I know I don’t have to,” Scott says. “I just want to look nice."

Dyke Daddy Derek Hale by Spitshine

(1/1 I 1,837 I Explicit I Sterek)

“Little slut,” she chuckled, sounding fond. “All right then. Just for you.” She pulled Stiles away from the wall and leaned where they’d just been, unbuttoning her fly and pulling her cock out. It was too dark to really tell the color, but it glittered something like indigo in the low light. Stiles started to kneel down but Der grabbed their waist, spinning them around to face away from the wall and keeping them up. “One thing first, boy. Bend over and tug that little skirt up for me, huh? Show me how bad you want daddy’s cock in your dirty mouth.”

We're just us by orphan_account

(1/1 I 1,946 I General I Sterek)

Derek has always been a little too feminine than what other people were comfortable with.

Even he doesn't really understand it, not until Stiles.

boxes were meant to be opened by orphan_account

(1/1 I 1,997 I Teen I Sterek)

Gender dysphoria is weird. At least, it is for Stiles. Xe’s not really sure why xe has gender dysphoria - it’s not like xe even has a gender to be dysphoric for, being agender and all. But it happens, and it’s weird.

Stiles likes xer body well enough. Xe could use a little more muscle, but other than that, xe’s quite a catch (if xe does say so xemself). There’s not really anything Stiles wants to change, but, just like what xe assumes all trans* folk go through with dysphoria, there’s a longing. A longing that causes a deep ache in xer bones and makes xem feel incomplete. Xe just... doesn’t exactly know what xe’s longing for.

Or the one where Stiles has quite a few bad days, Derek is a Good Boyfriend, and cisnormative "allies" can suck it.

--

"“No!” Stiles shouts and flails around in xer chair before composing xemself and starting again. “I’m… neither. I’m agender, nonbinary, basically the opposite of computer coding.” Derek’s just nodding his head slowly."

Who Am I, Without You? by braedens

(1/1 I 2,197 I Not Rated I Sterek)

Day 3: trangender discovery and a lot of angst + sterek

Time For A Change by dragon_temeraire

(1/1 I 2,662 I Explicit I Sterek)

He just says, “You sure you want that? I’m trans.” Because he might as well get that out of the way first.

(You Were) The Song Stuck In My Head by alexenglish

(1/1 I 5,793 I Teen I Scerek)

Disgruntled and jaded punk falls for a pretty smile. Send Help.

Or: the Record Store AU where Derek has a crush on Scott and everyone knows.

sweet escape by wvlfqveen

(2/2 I 8,562 I Teen I Scisaac)

Isaac Lahey works at an old diner, which means not much excitement.

Until he finds out it's a biker gang's favourite hang out.

I woke up like this #weflawless by jadore_hale

(2/2 I 12,227 I Teen I Sterek)

“Excuse me?” Derek just had to interrupt. “But what the hell is going on here?”

“Your sister wrote me a letter about how you’ve been aiming to ask this girl, Braeden, out for over a year,” Stiles explained. “Since Beacon Hills is my hometown, and we’ll be having our grand opening soon, I decided to help you score. In other words, you’re getting a makeover, dude.”

With no reaction on his face whatsoever, Derek pulled out his phone and flipped it open, pressing the very first button on speed dial.

“What are you doing?” Stiles asked as Derek put the phone to his ear and listened to it ring.

“Calling the Sheriff’s station,” he answered.

“Why?”

“Because I’ve been kidnapped and held against my will.”

Let's Start At The Beginning by malcontent (Whispering_Sumire)

(5/? I 18,806 I Not Rated I Sterek)

"Der?"

Derek's lips twitch up, like they always do whenever Stiles calls him that. (He started a couple months ago, a few weeks after Allison; he'd been feeling off and floaty and odd and disgusting, had taken four very long showers and was sat with stinging, flushed, over-sensitive skin, all raw, shivering ache. He'd tried to get up to take another, but Derek had held him back, made him stay in his seat and pick a movie for them.

"Let it rest, Stiles," he'd said softly, voice a little rough.

"But, Der," he'd protested, though he was already relaxing back into the man's hold. Then he'd looked up at his face, and Derek had been looking at him with something he'd never seen before in those eyes, a kind of melancholy-hopeful smile gracing his face, and Stiles had barely been able to breathe past the sudden lump in his throat.

It had felt natural, at the time, to call him that. He still doesn't really know why. But, then, Derek had kissed his temple, run a gentling hand down his arm, indicated the tv again speechlessly, and Stiles had resolved to call him by that nickname as often as possible.)

"Yeah, Stiles?"

"How do you feel about time-travel?"

Anything you say can and will be held against you (so only say my name) by ANTchan

(9/? I 60,242 I Explicit I Sterek)

Deputy Stiles Stilinski is fascinated with Beacon Hills’ serial killer cold case of 2011, to the point of obsession. He's going to solve it if it kills him. It's that last bit that lands him on mandatory health leave. It's his own bad decision-making that puts him in the middle of the woods at night. Going off the path to help a wolf caught in a hunter’s snare? That one he’s not sure about.

An AU where Scott was never bitten, Derek never followed Laura to Beacon Hills, and Peter was never caught.

[tarditardi]

 NARCISO SI RACCONTA NEL "MEET THE QUEENS" 

DI DRAG RACE ITALIA, SU DISCOVERY+  

Da oggi 13 Ottobre, è disponibile su Discovery+ lo speciale "Meet the Queens" che permetterà al pubblico di conoscere più da vicino le 10 Drag Queen in gara nell'attesissima seconda stagione di Drag Race Italia. 

Tra queste anche Narciso, Drag Singer e Cantautore diventato virale sul web la scorsa estate per il duetto fuori programma con Arisa durante un concerto dell'artista lucana. Narciso sfiderà le altre 9 Drag Queen in gara nella versione italiana del celebre programma ideato da RuPaul in onda dal 20 Ottobre. Nel frattempo, sempre su Discovery+, è disponibile da oggi 13 Ottobre il "Meet the Queens": 10 pillole dedicate ad ognuna delle concorrenti nelle quali Narciso presenta se stesso defininendosi "Inclusivo, orgogliosamente androgino e accessibile". 

GUARDA IL MEET THE QUEEN DI NARCISO

L'artista si distingue nel mondo delle Drag Queen per il suo stile androgino che va oltre quei canoni di bellezza e stereotipi riguardo a cosa è giusto o sbagliato fare ed essere. Si esibisce dal vivo nei teatri con la sua voce graffiante e piena di sfumature, non indossa seni o parrucche e, per questo, si trova spesso a dover giustificare il suo modo di essere, proprio come capita ad ognuno di noi, in qualsiasi ambiente o situazione della vita in cui ci sentiamo a disagio a causa dei giudizi altrui. Attraverso la musica Narciso riesce ad essere out of the box e diventare inclusivo e accessibile a chiunque voglia ascoltarlo, senza dover rinunciare alla sua anima retrò tempestata di scintillanti glitter.

NARCISO – BIOGRAFIA:

Narciso, nome d'arte di Stefano Rinaldi, Drag Singer e Cantautore, si affaccia al mondo dell'arte fin da piccolo iniziando a studiare danza e pianoforte dall'età di 4 anni. Crescendo si rende sempre più conto che il suo habitat naturale è il palcoscenico. Prendono, così, vita molteplici esperienze live con una band, un duo acustico e un coro gospel.

Trasferitosi a Roma nel 2016 inizia una carriera nel mondo della notte come Drag Singer in alcune delle realtà più note della scena LGBTQIA+ e, nel 2018, vince il titolo di Androgynous Queen Italia.

Nel 2021 partecipa al Tour Music Fest arrivando tra i finalisti della categoria Cantautori davanti ai Presidenti di giuria Mogol e Kara Dioguardi, con uno dei suoi brani inediti.

Ad Agosto 2022 Narciso duetta in un fuori programma con Arisa su "Meraviglioso amore mio" durante il concerto dell'artista lucana a Frosinone. Il video, ripreso dal pubblico, diventa virale sui Social raggiungendo le 874k visualizzazioni e viene ribattuto da alcune tra le piú importanti testate nazionali come Il Fatto Quotidiano e Today.it.

Come cantautore, Narciso trae ispirazione da tutto ciò che lo circonda emotivamente e socialmente: sensazioni, impulsi, paure, vissuti, ferite e conquiste interpretando questi stimoli con una visione introspettiva e, allo stesso tempo, proiettata al futuro e alla rinascita, aggiungendovi un tocco retrò e una spolverata di scintillanti glitter, elementi che caratterizzano il suo trasversale stile artistico.

L'inclusività è sicuramente il tema più ricorrente nei testi delle sue canzoni, mezzo fondamentale per l'artista per dare voce a tutti quelli che non l'hanno mai avuta ed essere di ispirazione per chi, sentendosi inadeguato in un particolare ambito della propria vita, non ha il coraggio di esprimersi per ciò che veramente sente di essere.

[karokoenigeco]

Nachhaltige Herrenmode: Der neue Trend für Herrenmode

Manche Männer machen sich Gedanken um ihr Aussehen, andere nicht.

Unabhängig davon, welcher Sorte Mann Sie angehören, wird Sie der weitreichende Einfluss Ihrer Kleidung wahrscheinlich beunruhigen, besonders wenn Sie diesen Artikel lesen.

Für viele Männer ist das Einkaufen (bestenfalls) erträglich ohne den zusätzlichen Stress, echte, nachhaltige Herrenmode auszuwählen.

Wir haben die Laufarbeit für Sie erledigt, indem wir alles nach der besten nachhaltigen Herrenmode durchforstet haben. Wenn Sie diesen Rat befolgen, müssen Sie nicht einmal Ihr Sofa verlassen, um wie ein frisch gebackener nachhaltig gekleideter Mann auszusehen und sich auch so zu fühlen.

Wir haben das Glück, jede Saison, wenn nicht jeden Monat, neue Kleidung und neue Trends zu haben. Als Ergebnis dieser neuen Modetrends ist eine neue Modeterminologie entstanden,die fast fashion. Ob Sie ein Fashionista sind oder nicht, es ist wichtig zu verstehen, was das bedeutet. Mode ist breit gefächert, aber mit ihr Schritt zu halten macht immer viel Spaß.

Denken Sie nur daran, dass die nachhaltigste Herrenmode die Sachen sind, die bereits in Ihrem Kleiderschrank sein sollten.

Ihre Wunschliste in dieser Saison

Athleisure

Athleisure ist ein relativ neuer Stiltrend, der seit einiger Zeit an Popularität gewinnt. Es ist eine Mischung aus sportlicher Mode und nachhaltiger Lounge-/Freizeit-Herrenmode. Turnschuhe, Jogger und übergroße Hemden sind nur einige Beispiele. Sicherlich haben Sie diesen Begriff schon einmal im gesehen oder gehört.

High-Street

Ein weiterer relativ neuer Trend ist High-Street-Mode. Dieses Outfit ist eine Mischung aus ausgefallener Streetwear und High-End-Couture. Mit anderen Worten, es handelt sich um kostengünstige, weit verbreitete und attraktive Massenware.

Anti-Fit

Anti-Fit ist ein Begriff, der verwendet wird, um große und lockere Formen zu beschreiben. Die Notwendigkeit für Komfort in nachhaltiger moderner Kleidung hat diesen Trend hervorgebracht. Tragen Sie gerne Ihr übergroßes T-shirt in der Stadt? Jetzt ist die Zeit dafür gekommen!

Mode, die sowohl nachhaltig als auch modisch ist

Fast Fashion, wie Fast Food, ist das, was wir gewöhnliche Mode nennen könnten. Je schneller neue Muster entstehen, desto mehr Schaden fügen Sie der Umwelt zu. Ob durch synthetische Textilien oder Massenproduktion, die Modebranche hat die zweitschlechtesten Umweltauswirkungen. Bio-Textilien und ökologisch verantwortungsvolle Herstellung sind Synonyme für nachhaltige Herrenmode.

Mode für die Androgyne

Androgynie bezieht sich auf die Mehrdeutigkeit, die männliche und weibliche Charaktere teilen. Dies kann in Bezug auf Mode in unisex Mode umgewandelt werden. Mit anderen Worten, androgyne Mode ist Mode, die nicht durch Geschlechterrollen und -grenzen oder Geschlechtsidentitäten bestimmt wird. Bei diesem Trend geht es mehr um Nachhaltigkeit und persönlichen Stil sowie darum, wie Sie Mode einsetzen, um auszudrücken, woran Sie glauben.

Commando Boots

Ein Commando-Schuh ist ein perfektes Beispiel dafür, wie Athleisure zum neuesten Trend geworden ist. Commando-Sohlen sind eine Variation von normalen Wandergummisohlen. Dieser Trend ist bei vielen beliebt, egal ob Sie ihn bei klobigen Schuhen oder Winterstiefeln haben.

Hemden für Bowling

Ein Bowlinghemd ist ein kurzärmliges, kastenförmig geschnittenes Hemd. Farben, Stile und Muster haben sich erheblich weiterentwickelt, seit es typischerweise beim Bowling getragen wurde. Packen Sie genug von diesen Hemden ein, wenn Sie diesen Sommer stilvoll in den Urlaub fahren möchten. Nicht zu vergessen, dass es sich dabei um nachhaltige Herrenmode labels handeln sollte.

Ethisch korrekte Hemden

So wie nachhaltige Mode aus umweltfreundlicher Produktion entsteht, entsteht ethische Mode aus moralischem Verständnis. Arbeitsbedingungen in Fabriken, faire Löhne, eine No-Sweatshop-Politik und angemessene Arbeitszeiten sind nur einige der zahlreichen Bestandteile ethischer Mode. Ethische und nachhaltige Herrenmode kann mit einem transparenten und ethisch einwandfreien Geschäftsansatz koexistieren.

Stoffe für umweltfreundliche Herrenbekleidung

Auch hier sind Textilien entscheidend. Wir können dies nicht genug betonen.

Auch wenn noch nicht alle Kleidungsstücke nachhaltig sind, bietet eine nachhaltige Kleidung Kleidungsstücke aus nachhaltigen Textilien.

Bio-Baumwolle, Bio-Hanf/Leinen, TENCEL (Lyocell/Modal) und recycelte Merinowolle sind die Hauptauswahl.

Recycelte Synthetik ist die nächste Stufe nachhaltiger Stoffe (z. B. recyceltes Polyester und recyceltes Nylon). Sie sind zwar weder kompostierbar noch biologisch abbaubar wie Naturfasern, tragen aber nicht zu weiterem Plastikmüll bei. Sie geben Müll, der sonst entsorgt würde, eine zweite Chance.

Beispielsweise stammt viel recyceltes Polyester aus PET-Plastikwasserflaschen, während viel recyceltes Nylon (Econyl) aus im Meer entsorgten Fischernetzen stammt.

FAZIT

– Unabhängig davon, welchem Lager Sie angehören, ist die Unterstützung einer dieser nachhaltigen Herrenmode ein Votum für eine gerechtere und gesündere Welt für alle. Mit nachhaltigen Karokönig Herrenhemden und T-Shirts glauben sie daran, die Erde zu schützen und Ihnen dennoch den Gentleman-Stil zu geben, den Sie suchen. Karokönig versucht, unsere Kleidung so umweltfreundlich wie möglich zu gestalten. Wir beobachten die Innovationen der Textilindustrie genau und forschen weiter, um die bestmögliche und nachhaltigste Kleidung zu schaffen. Wir stellen umweltfreundliche Hemden her, die Ihnen sofort das Gefühl geben, trendigere, enthusiastischere Herrenmode zu tragen. Herrenhemden von hoher Qualität und Langlebigkeit lassen Sie stilvoll und elegant erscheinen. Zusammenfassend lässt sich sagen, dass der wichtigste Teil eines fairen Modestils für Männer nachhaltige Kleidung ist, die perfekt sitzt.

Source:https://www.karokoenig.com/nachhaltige-herrenmode-der-neue-trend-fur-herrenmode/

[thisdiscontentedwinter]

Paige Krasikeva and Stiles "Mieczyslaw" Stilinski being related is probably the most beautiful headcanon ever! Paige is literally the female version of Stiles in canon. And what about Will Graham? Hugh Dancy, the British actor who portrays him in Bryan Fuller's Hannibal, definitely looks like Dylan O'Brien - especially in American Assassin: the huge Bambi eyes, the ivory skin, the androgynous features, the soft, dark curls, the cupid's bow... Will is another cousin from Claudia's side.

Paige’s big brother! 

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Merry Christmas, @kevaaronday!

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Triple Point

1. Apparently, what soulmarks tell you is shit.

Derek is standing in the granola aisle in a fucking Walmart when it happens. He touches his collarbone mindlessly, trying to find a healthy yet chocolate-y granola, but the itching won't stop. Frowning, he scratches the skin, mildly annoyed, but the area flares with pain. He snaps his head to the side just to see a mark appearing on his skin, reading Mieczysław Stiles Stilinski.

At first, he is just confused, not understanding where it came from. It actually looks like a soulmark-

oh fuck. His heart stops for a second and he forgets how to breathe, because Stiles, his childhood friend, is apparently his soulmate.

Derek takes a shuddering breath, staring at the mark. He's always thought he'd be excited to see the name of his soulmate – not crushed – but he's also always thought it would be someone smart, funny, and a girl, obviously.

Derek is jerked out of his thoughts at the sound of an incoming text.

Stiles: hey you ok? we still on for Star Trek marathon?

Derek stares at the message for a beat, wondering if Stiles could somehow tell that he was freaking out. Soulmates sometimes have this feeling, this intuition, and Stiles is his soulmate, so-

oh god, Stiles. This texting, Star Trek-watching, childhood friend Stiles is his soulmate.

He takes the wrong granola.

2. It's ridiculous.

Derek thinks he acts more or less normally. Inside, he is still freaking out, but his face remains impassive, even as his shoulders are completely tense. Really, he's doing great, considering everything.

''Why did you buy dried fruits? You know I like the chocolate kind better,'' says Stiles, frowning at the box.

''Why did you even want granola?''

''I like how it pretends to be healthy. It's funny,'' explains Stiles, his hand inside the box already. What a savage, Derek can't help thinking with distaste, he's gonna eat it right from the box.

Stiles never manages to take out the oats, suddenly still, gaping at Derek's collarbone.

Derek freezes, somehow certain that Stiles can see the mark even though it's covered by his shirt.

''Dude, you're bleeding,'' says Stiles, his eyes huge.

''What?'' Derek frowns, his hand coming up to touch his collarbone. He stills feeling something wet – and sure enough, it is his blood.

''Jesus, wait a second, I'll just get – this thing-'' Stiles stammers, searching for the tissues. ''Here,'' he says, taking one and reaching to Derek's shirt.

''I'll do it,'' snaps Derek, taking it roughly from him.

Stiles startles at his tone but doesn't say anything.

Derek stands up, pressing the material to the mark, hoping for it to remain unseen. There is a bit more blood underneath and he reaches to dry it off, and fuck, he can hear Stiles' sharp intake of breath.

He doesn't dare say anything, doesn't even look at him, just presses the tissue to the mark.

''Derek,'' starts Stiles in a deceptively calm voice, ''am I your soulmate?'' The last word is said incredulously, Stiles' voice pitching high.

Derek's jaw tenses. He snaps his eyes to Stiles but the boy doesn't look back, his gaze still on the mark.

''It's nothing,'' Derek grits out. ''Just – forget it.''

Stiles lets out a disbelieving laugh. ''What?''

Derek shakes his head, avoiding his eyes. ''You're not my soulmate. It's just,'' he grips the tissue harder and winces at the pain, ''it's a mistake.''

Stiles doesn't answer and, after a long moment, Derek manages to raise his head to look at him. He seems pale, his face oddly blank as he watches Derek. ''Mistake,'' he repeats.

''Yes,'' says Derek curtly. ''I mean, Jesus. Stiles, you're my friend. You can't be-'' he contain a grimace, glancing down at his collarbone. ''I don't care what it says. You're my friend.''

''Wow,'' says Stiles under his breath. Derek looks up at him.

Stiles covers his face with his hand but finally nods, his eyes downcast. ''Okay, but I'm still checking what the fuck it means when your soulmark bleeds, cause that's fucking freaky, fuck.''

Derek eyes him and suddenly huffs out a laugh, the whole mess catching up with him. ''Fuck,'' he agrees.

Stiles' face does something strange, expressions flying through, and he turns away to open his laptop.

3. Derek won't think about it.

''Wait,'' says Derek and reaches with his hand to keep Stiles' face in place. ''Just wait a second.''

''Take it out, crap, this is so urky, I hate it,'' moans Stiles, his leg knocking some weird pattern on the floor.

''Urky?'' asks Derek with a hint of smile and takes out an eyelash that had made its way into Stiles' eye.

''Oh, yes, that's better.'' He sighs, blinking rapidly, then closes his eyes. He tears up a bit and Derek gently dries out Stiles' face with his thumb, watching him.

He is a guy. Stiles isn't feminine at any point, there is nothing androgynous about him, he is very much a guy. Still, his lips seem soft and pink, his skin looks pale and creamy. He has a pattern of moles on the left side of his face and Derek shifts a little to have a better view of it, his hand on Stiles' chin, the other still touching his cheek.

The moles go down, reaching his neck. Derek has a weird urge to trace them with his fingers.

He leans back, not looking at Stiles. ''So,'' he clears his throat, ''we were doing homework. What is the triple point again?'' he asks, pointing at the open notebook between them.

Stiles regards him for a second, his face clear of any specific emotion, just – watching him. Derek shifts his weight, uncomfortable, and Stiles finally looks back down at the notes.

''It's when a pressure and the temperature is such that the substance is gas, liquid and solid at the same time. Like, you have water, and at 32 degrees Fahrenheit it coexists as part water, part ice, and part water vapor. If you change the circumstances even a little you can turn the whole substance into one of those phases.''

Derek frowns. ''So it's like a turning point?''

Stiles rolls his eyes. ''If you need a literary metaphor to understand chemistry, yes.''

4. ...He can't stop thinking about it.

''Does it still bleed?''

Derek shrugs, thinking of an answer. They both know that Stiles is actually asking whether Derek continues to reject him as his soulmate. He grimaces at the thought.

''Sometimes. A little,'' he replies. Stiles has this blank look on his face, like he's masking something.

Suddenly, Derek feels like an asshole, even though it doesn't make any sense. He doesn't reject Stiles – he still wants him in his life – just – as a friend. It's not strange, they've been friends ever since playground battles between Batman (Stiles had an amazing action figure) and Captain America (Derek had an awesome shield).

He needs to change the topic.

''What did you get on the last chemistry test?''

Stiles smirks.

Derek narrows his eyes and jabs him in the side. ''I got B and I sill consider it a success,'' he says.

Stiles squirms, laughing and jabs him in the side as well, and soon enough they are full-on fighting, rolling on the floor. Derek comes out victorious, keeping both of Stiles' wrists in his hand, and grins down at him.

Like this, he can really look at Stiles.

It's weird how he has no idea how gay people even work, yet still can imagine himself holding Stiles close, touching him. His full arms, slim waist, his chest – even when his body is so different than a girl's – Stiles still looks good.

He realizes he's been staring at Stiles and stands up awkwardly. Stiles' lips are parted as he watches him with big eyes, uncertain.

''Homework or 'The Witcher'?'' asks Derek, deliberately ignoring whatever's just happened.

After a moment, Derek turns to him and sees as Stiles huffs and gives him a flat look.

''True,'' he agrees and opens the game.

5. Stiles is supposed to be his friend, though.

''Hey,'' Stiles sounds oddly hesitant, ''can you come over?''

''Sure,'' replies Derek, reaching for his shoes already. He's been feeling restless for a while and he's grateful for finally having something to do. ''I'll be there in 20.''

''No – wait, Derek, are you still there?''

Derek frowns slightly and raises his phone back to his ear. ''Yes, what's wrong?''

''I-'' Stiles pauses and Derek can almost see him biting his lip and knocking some odd rhythm with his fingers. ''I got my soulmate mark.''

''Oh,'' Derek manages after a while.

''Yeah, just, do you know some ointment or something to make it stop bleeding?''

''Bleeding?''

''Yeah,'' sighs Stiles. ''It won't fucking stop,'' he says, sounding weary. ''I checked on the Internet but everywhere I looked they repeat it's gonna stop on its own. But, you know, the presence of your soulmate helps.''

Derek finally finds his voice after a beat. ''I'll be there.''

Stiles seems okay, if tired, once they are alone in his bedroom.

''There is not much blood, don't worry. It's just annoying.'' He grimaces.

''Let me see,'' says Derek, sitting next to him and reaching towards Stiles' hip. The whole area is reddened and Derek's eyebrows draw together, regarding it. He touches the mark, dazedly reading his name, Derek Sebastian Hale, on Stiles' body.

Suddenly, Stiles groans and his head falls back, relaxing. Derek snaps his eyes to him, startled.

''What's the matter?''

''You've got magic hands,'' mumbles Stiles. ''C'mon, do the pain sucking thingy.''

Derek frowns at him, shakes his head in confusion.

''Just touch the thing,'' says Stiles, keeping Derek's hand on his hip. He sighs again. ''Oh god, this feels so much better.''

''I don't think it's bleeding anymore,'' observes Derek.

''Fucking magic.''

They sit in a silence for a while and Derek slowly looks up to Stiles, who's turned away, staring at the wall.

Derek licks his lips. ''You know I'm not, like, rejecting you, right?''

Slowly, Stiles meets his gaze, his eyebrows raising.

''I'm not. We can be – platonic soulmates,'' he says. ''That's like a definition of friends, right,'' he continues, keeping Stiles' gaze.

''Right,'' repeats Stiles. ''Yeah,'' he nods, his face perfectly blank.

Derek has no idea what he's thinking. He mindlessly reaches with his other hand to brush some hair from Stiles' forehead and is met with his assessing look. He takes his hand back, suddenly aware of the loss of the warmth.

''We should clean up,'' he says.

''Yeah,'' agrees Stiles and smiles weakly. ''It's like a murder scene.''

Derek nods. ''From Agatha Christie.''

''Or 'The Texas Chain Saw Massacre','' says Stiles.

Derek turns to look at him with wide eyes, taken aback. ''Jesus.''

Stiles shakes his head dismissively. ''It's not that scary.''

Derek doesn't answer and Stiles narrows his gaze. ''You watched that,'' he states suddenly.

''Shut up,'' says Derek instantly.

''Oh my god, you've really watched that and it scared you,'' continues Stiles, looking at him with a wide grin.

''One, I did not. Two,'' Derek pauses and makes a face, ''it's supposed to be one of the best horror films. Clearly, there's something wrong with this world.''

Stiles starts laughing, his head falling back, and Derek punches him in the shoulder, scowling. Stiles doesn't even try to fight him off, too busy gasping for breath.

+1. It changes with the triple point.

Derek has an idea what Stiles is thinking, of course. He just doesn't know if he really wants to understand Stiles – because he is smart, funny, the best person to imagine as his soulmate-

But he is a guy.

So Derek tries to imagine Stiles as a girl and that's just weird. It's just–

he freezes on his way to school, realization dawning on him.

It's just Stiles. If he forgets about gender – gay – bisexual – it's just Stiles, with his Star Wars and chemistry knowledge, his pale skin and moles.

This is the turning point, he thinks, or the triple point.

He can stay as only friends with Stiles, no matter how painful and – okay, downright impossible it seems. Derek can't tear his eyes away from Stiles most of the time now. He doesn't think he could ever get used to him if 16 years wasn't enough.

But he can stay friends with Stiles and wait as they slowly grow apart and, and he rejects the idea immediately.

Now, Stiles notices him and waves, brightening. Derek's lips curl up in response, feeling a small rash of pleasure that Stiles is happy just to see him.

Derek could also walk up to him, stand close, interlace their fingers, and see what will happen.

Stiles' eyes widen as he glances down at it, and then he looks up at Derek, his expression guarded.

''What's wrong?'' he asks, his eyebrows drawn a bit. ''Are you – cold? Or-''

Derek smiles a bit and lets himself touch Stiles' moles, the ones on his left cheek. ''No,'' he answers softly.

Stiles blinks at him. Derek can see the way he starts blushing and it makes his smile widen, he keeps tracing with his fingers the moles, taking in Stiles' pale skin, now flushed, his brown eyes, his lips.

''Thanks for giving me time,'' he says. ''I needed it.''

Stiles swallows thickly, his eyes locked with Derek's – but in a moment, he looks away and steps back, retrieving his hand and putting both of them deep in his pockets. ''It was better than the alternative,'' he says.

Derek moves forward, lifts his chin so Stiles has to gaze at him again, leans closer. ''I couldn't imagine leaving you. In every scenario, you'd at least stay my friend.''

''You had scenarios?'' asks Stiles, his eyes widening with interest.

Derek shrugs, smiling and Stiles laughs.

He can't look away from him. He's never been this close to kissing someone and it's never meant this much. His heart is beating like crazy.

''Stiles,'' he starts once the silence settles between them, ''will you be my soulmate?''

Stiles smiles at him, his lips widening in a completely open expression. ''Yes,'' he replies, grinning, and – finally – they kiss.

It should feel at least a little weird – they are both guys, after all – but it doesn't. It's good, almost unbearably sweet, until Stiles slicks Derek's lower lip with just a bit of tongue and Derek is hit with a wave of heat. He can only take what Stiles gives him, lightheaded and overwhelmed with the sensation.

He is grateful when Stiles ends it soon after, even if he misses the kiss at the same time. He leans his forehead against Stiles' and slowly opens his eyes, having closed them earlier instinctively.

Stiles gives him a small smile, somewhat hesitant, and Derek returns the expression, helpless to do anything else. He can't believe this is what he's been denying himself for so long, seeing Stiles flushed, unreservedly happy before him.

He'll make sure to buy chocolate granola next time.