#but its steo so

[naenaex0xx]

maybe I'm comfortable with tumblr because I get to say things I don't usually tell anyone

[lateseptemberdawn]

No but like. Men could be the lowest of the low, not be knowing the most basic shit, inept at wit or anything else pertaining to the brain or mind or conscious, and yet the audacity be there. Like. How.

[feykiller]

I've come to the conclusion that I can only get myself to post art in discord lol should I cave in and make a discord server just for that?

[lexa-griffins]

Bro, tbh, how do you deal with the trolls on AO3 when posting clexa?

It doesn't seem to matter what kind of story I post, there's always a rabid hater. Trans Lexa is a fedish, Trans Clarke is erasing Lexa's lesbianism, Clarke having past relationships, is her being a whore, Lexa having a abusive father is taking away from her being a strong character.

It honestly takes away from the joy of writing when the only type of comment I can depend on, is one saying I'm a shitty person for writing such a story.

Oof, sorry you're dealing with the trolls buddy 😞

My advice for troll/hate comments will forever be to not respond and delete them. They do not want to try and see the other side or even understand the basis of dont like dont read and let people write whatever the fuck they want. Misery loves company and truth be told the trolls going around are a bunch of pathetic transphobes and biphobes, they seem to get off on pissing off writers, they want attention, and they want to try and get you mad enough to delete the things you worked hard on. I know its very much easier said than done, but when i get hate comments i see them as a toddler throwing a temper tantrum. Its funny, in a pathetic way. Like those poor things really can't rub 2 braincells together and make a coherent argument that isn't "bi woman whore, lesbian strong and never suffers, dick is man vagina is woman". I wouldn't take valid writing criticism from a toddler so i sure as hell aint taking it from trolls with no reading interpretation skills.

I can totally understand how its absolutely unmotivating to get those comments. Ive seen a lot of recent fics be deleted because of them and its disheartening seeing how not only are people commenting less but how at this point posting a fic in the fandom needs to come with a warning of how you might get hate comments from a puritan shithead who believes themselves some sort of savior of the shit when in reality they are just helping kill a fandom. Im sorry that i dont really have any other advice for you, but if there is something i recommend is the no engage/delete comments. They might get tired, they might not. But the truth is that getting a response will always, always make them come back because they now know they can hit a nerve.

But please, dont let them stop you from writing what you like and makes you excited to create. If all they want is sanitized fics where characters are nothing but a one-layered piece of paper with family friendly romance and no conflict then perhaps they should not be in a grown-up space that isn't 100% tailored to them.

[29121996]

im gonna say something (admit) and no one can Say a Fucking Word Alright.

[inconvenienttrekkie04]

One of my favorite things in fanfics is when im reading like one of my secondary ships in a fandom and the author writes in a scene or like background plot about my otp but like the otp falls to the secondary ship and its tragic and sad cause like any other story they could be happy and together but in this one they love eachother qnd its just not enough or like life is pulling them apart or something. Idk i just really like reading about one of them finding a new lover that isnt them and being like I miss what could have been but I have a chance at something new and great. Or even ones where I miss what could have been but I have to move on for my sanity and like they end up in a new but not happy relationship like they settled or they were happy at the start but then they were betrayed or someone died. Idk i just really fuck with that as a trope.

[twopoppies]

My thoughts that no one asked for about the funeral:

I'm an older fan, been around since the beginning, and have gone through my favorite bands/groups losing people before.

The first was when Steve Clark from Def Leppard died. My favorite band of all time, that was devastating but was pre-social media, so his family went about the business of his funeral without issue.

The next was my beloved Steo, aka Stephen Gately from Boyzone. This loss devastated me, I cried for a solid week just from the shock. His funeral was different than anything I'd seen before, really. All of Dublin mourned the loss, the boys were with him the whole time - from flying to bring his body home to spending the night before the funeral in sleeping bags on the church floor so Steo wouldn't be alone. The service was even broadcast outside the church, so the crowds of people gathered could take part. Hearing Ronan sing In This Life through tears is something I'll never forget.

My point in all of this is that his family will decide what they want, and all we can do is support them. Whether fans are told to stay away, or whether the world is invited in, but for anyone considering ignoring their requests and doing what they want...don't. Yes, we all loved him, but we have to do whatever we can to support Liam's friends, family, and the boys. This isn't about us or what we want we think we want or need, its about them. And Liam, and honoring him by respecting their wishes.

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[adrianfridge]

Time for my yearly count of Stiles-ship fics on AO3 (As of Mar 18, 2024)

Some limitations to consider:

"OTP TRUE" refers to a search filter on AO3 that only counts fics tagged with that singular ship, meaning it excludes fics tagged with any additional platonic, polyam, and secondary/background ships (I was excited to try the extension "AO3 Primary Ship Search" on Firefox ["AO3 First Tag Search" on Chrome], but while it's far more lenient than "otp: true", it doesn't actually provide the NUMBER of filtered fics so I can't use it for stats T-T)

This is by no means an exhaustive list of all possible Stiles pairings

I’m only counting fics tagged using AO3’s canonical relationship tags

The numbers do include restricted fics, so you would see a smaller number if you’re logged out

Here is where I cry about the lack of tables on Tumblr as I try to give you some raw numbers...

Stats without any filtering

ship / total # fics (change since 2023)

sterek = derek / 73,396 (+2,783)

steter = peter / 11,665 (+955)

stydia = lydia / 4,911 (+87)

sciles = scott / 3,898 (+136)

stackson = jackson / 1,953 (+123)

stalia = malia / 1,467 (+42)

steo = theo / 1,422 (+83)

stisaac = isaac / 1,360 (+45)

stargent = chris / 921 (+31)

stanny = danny / 866 (+20)

stoyd = boyd / 645 (+16)

stallison = allison / 459 (+15)

starrish = parrish / 418 (+19)

sterica = erica / 347 (-4)

steucalion = deucalion / 317 (+14)

stora = cora / 283 (+4)

stiam = liam / 196 (+14)

stira = kira / 85 (+4)

Stats with OTP TRUE filter

ship / net # fics (% out of total)

sterek = derek / 50,040 (68%)

steter = peter / 7,665 (66%)

stydia = lydia / 2,157 (44%)

sciles = scott / 1,809 (46%)

stackson = jackson / 1,012 (52%)

stalia = malia / 313 (21%)

steo = theo / 751 (53%)

stisaac = isaac / 592 (44%)

stargent = chris / 318 (35%)

stanny = danny / 388 (45%)

stoyd = boyd / 383 (59%)

stallison = allison / 201 (44%)

starrish = parrish / 183 (44%)

sterica = erica / 85 (24%)

steucalion = deucalion / 170 (54%)

stora = cora / 89 (31%)

stiam = liam / 39 (20%)

stira = kira / 22 (26%)

Interpretations based on the data:

Compared to the stats I collected in 2023, the order of ships has not changed Stoyd and Stargent are no longer showing significant growth for their tier Steo continues to see a growth that's not typical for its tier and is on track to surpass Stalia Stydia's seeing smaller growth than its tier though it has a safe place in the top 5 While most ships saw at least a slight boost in numbers overall, Sterica lost 4 fics, something I also saw happen in 2021. I have no idea what it is about this ship in particular that causes it to suffer in a way that other ships don't Now that I'm also tracking "otp: true," I can say that, on average, half the fics posted use a singular ship tag. Sterek and Steter are above average for OTP tagging, with Stoyd also being significantly high. Stargent and Stora are below 40%. And then there's Stira, Sterica, Stalia, and Stiam that are all below 30%, with Stiam hitting the lowest at 20%

[harlstiel]

Ships with Stiles that I enjoy | RANKED

1 : Stisaac

Stiles/Isaac

My favorite. 10/10. The DRAMA, but also the shared trauma, they're perfect. Sure it's a BIT toxic but it's a guilty pleasure, what can I say.

2 : Stalia

Stiles/Malia

Only lower on the list BECAUSE Malia should've had SO much more mental development before going into a relationship. But they were cute, 10/10

3 : Stydia

Stiles/Lydia

Only third because of how FUCKING LONG IT TOOK. AND HOW LITTLE WE ENDED UP GETTING. Jeff Davis can go suck a wrinkly dry hairy testicle. Still 10/10

4 : Stira

Stiles/Kira

HEAR ME OUT. They would geek out so much together its NOT even fucking funny. They're both socially awkward nerds that ramble and I live for it. 10 out of fucking 10. Prefer Malira tho...

5 : Sterica

Stiles/Erica

Low-key wanted this to happen for a bit. Maybe not permanently because I always saw the both of them to be more bisexual types but they would've been cute. Also I can't remember where the whole "Batman" "Catwoman" nicknames came from but it is my only life support rn. 9.5/10

6 : Sterek

Stiles/Derek

My favorite blorbo Derek Hale. I didn't get the hype with this ship when I first started watching, but then I kept seeing things in this show that made me wonder, "Jeff, was this intentional?" Bc they're so very gay with each other. Alas, age gaps are an iffy thing for me personally due to my own personal traumas, but I still love them. 9.5/10

7 : Stora

Stiles/Cora

Cute, could've happened, not mad that it didn't, but def a wasted opportunity on Jeff Davis' part. Solid 8/10.

8 : Stanny

Stiles/Danny

This was definitely more of a humor thing but I liked the idea of these two together from the get-go. In my opinion, there was definitely a little crush on Stiles' part and I love that. 8/10

9 : Sciles

Scott/Stiles

I changed my mind about this one because I went down a rabbit hole of Sciles and Allisciles stuff and I just. You read a fic so well written and see the most beautiful piece of art and all of a sudden you're binge reading every. Last. Fic in the tag, yk? SOLID 8/10

(Their parents are also an otp of mine. Noah and Melissa are perfect together and the best thing I've ever experienced)

Reasons

For not including other ships.

Steo : I am a Thiam shipper through and through. And Theo did things to Stiles that doesn't even make enemies to lovers valid in my opinion. IK he got a redemption arc and he was being manipulated since he was a child but STILL. I love Theo but he's not the one (for Stiles, anyway🤭).

Any ship with him and an adult ; ie, Peter, Chris, Parrish etc. : Do I even have to explain this one? I mean REALLY?

Stiam : They are like Mother and Child to me and I will take that to my GRAVE.

Stackson : Last season-T.W. Movie Jackson MAYBE but early seasons Jackson was a toxic mf who loved NOBODY but himself based on how he treated Lydia.

(Pointed out by a commenter) Stallison : I actually never knew people shipped this and didn't know it was a thing until now. After this was pointed out, I began to see the appeal and I read some Allison/Scott/Stiles fics and now I'm hooked. (Wish I knew about it beforehand tbh 😅)

Pretty sure I covered evertyhing, but if I missed someone, let me know!

[ispyspookymansion]

kora if u feel comfortable could u talk about ur gender journey and relationship w lesbianism bc sometimes im like that tweet that's like. im probably trans but i have a job so idrc about that but. ough it's scary and confusing. what if im just butch.

oh wow! well let me think. going to put this under a cut because its longish

it was a much harder path for me to get to lesbianism than to get to Gender. i had a really hard time accepting that for some reason, it took a lot of agonizing, a lot of intentional repression, a lot of misery and wallowing around words and labels and avoidance and definitions. so by the time i got through that it then opened up some gender doors for me because lesbianism is inherently disruptive of the cisheterosexual matrix, but i really, really didnt want to go through that misery again, so i just decided it didnt matter what i was as far as gender and what mattered was how i felt and what made me happy. i only became confident in calling myself trans in the last ohh i dont know, 6 months? and yet ive been on T for a year! for me the actions came easier than the wording. i tried not to stress about what i was doing and whether it was or wasnt aligned with lesbianism. i trusted in our history of transness and masculinity and found a lot of comfort in talking to other butch and transmasc lesbians about their experiences and feelings, and found such a range of experiences that felt very relevant to me

ultimately, i feel like a lesbian. i knew that and i continue to know that. the way that i feel about the people im attracted to and the kinds of relationships i want to have is what connects me to lesbianism. i dont feel like lesbianism is my last thread to womanhood. it isnt a thread to that at all. theres too rich a history of gender defiance and creation to simplify it like that, so i dont let it be that for me. i dont feel dysphoric about being a lesbian even if cis(het) people might not understand me as being transmasc as well. + butch and transmasc arent exclusive and are often beautiful beautiful copilots in dykery !

i also find pursuing what makes me feel good matters a lot more than finding exact words for it. im not really sure what my gender is honestly? it took me a long time to get comfortable/feel like i was allowed to call myself lesbian, trans, and butch too honestly. but i went through a lot less misery when i took actions First to figure out what felt right and then accepted the words that naturally followed After. am i trans or am i not trans stressed me out much more than do i want to bind or not? do i want my voice to be lower or not? do i want to try a different name and pronouns or not? and then my answers to these led me to actions and opportunities that got me to feeling comfortably trans, without putting so much questioning strain on the lesbianism i felt at my core.

+ the opposite is helpful. crossing off what am i Not and what i dont want can be a lot easier than what Am i. woman has always been absolutely not right. trans took longer to feel right which is silly versus logically if i wasnt cis, i was trans, but i had to go in steos

i guess just remember that theres not a really hard line between butchness and the transmasc umbrella (other than personal definition obviously) and you can be one or both or one now and then later realize the other feels better. try to read about butches and he/him lesbians and transmasc dykes and talk to them where you can and enjoy the range of answers and identities and give yourself grace to explore that without so much pressure on whether its one or the other. youre still you regardless of what words to use to describe it so take your time figuring out what you want before you worry too much about what that means you “are”

ALSO you dont have to be butch to be trans and still a lesbian or vice versa you can be nonbinary or genderqueer or agender or genderfluid or etc etc etc and consider those under the label Trans and also be butch! or you can be those things but Not butch and still a lesbian! you can do whatever forever!

[usermischief]

♞Pairing: Steo ♞Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Theo Raeken ♞Tags: canon divergence, alive chimera pack, getting back together(?), magic Stiles, alpha Theo ♞Words: 2292 ♞ for @amatchinwater

ao3

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a damaged heart

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Stiles trails his fingers along the banister, watching the dust swirl into the air and glow when the light hits them just right. It’s cold in the chimeras’ hideout, with the winter creeping into every nook and cranny it can find. No wonder Tracy is always in a bad mood. He would too if he had to live here. Then again, it’s probably better than rotting away at the roots of the nemeton. Still, he’s been here for the last time almost five-and-a-half years ago. 

They did make the place homier. The Dread Doctors' shit is gone. There are cots and a kitchenette. They even set up a poor excuse for a living room. If he weren’t here to kill Theo with his own bare hands, he might even feel bad for them. 

Footsteps echo in the tunnels outside. 

“But it’s my turn to cook!” Hearing Josh’s voice knowing he’s died twice is quite strange, even though Stiles has learned a lot more about resurrection than he thought even existed in the world. 

“Well, I’d prefer not to die a third time, Diaz,” Tracy snides. Hearing her voice makes Stiles want to put his knives through something. Preferably her. He’s still bitter about her paralyzing him twice, but that’s not the only cause for his dislike of her. She never respected him, not when Theo and Stiles were on opposing sides, and certainly not when Stiles was Theo’s boyfriend. Knowing Theo brought her back as well doesn’t exactly ease any of Stiles’ anger.  

Hayden’s laugh is unmistakable. There’s always been a devious side to her, and it never fails to come out in her laughter. “Personally, I think Corey should cook.” 

“I just cooked yesterday.” And by the sounds of it, Corey isn’t the biggest fan of making dinner. 

Stiles never expected to overhear the chimeras argue about something as mundane as cooking duties, but it fills him with a pang of longing. His eyes sting, and he blinks the tears that threaten to roll down his cheeks. He swallows around the lump in his throat. Squeezing his eyes shut, he takes a deep breath. No tears. Not a single one. He refuses to let Theo see him cry. No matter how much it hurts because he knows that in another world he’d be a part of them, a part of this argument, a part of a pack. He’d live here with them, probably complaining all the time. 

But he would have been happy. 

He would have had Theo.

A key is pushed into the lock. Stiles’ attention snaps back to the task at hand. The key is turned, and it is now that whoever opened the door realizes someone broke into their home. That’s fine. Stiles never planned to be subtle. Part of him wishes Theo would have been able to catch his scent, to know exactly who was waiting for him in their little hideout. But that won’t be possible. Not anymore. Stiles is covered in runes and tattoos and scars, every single one has a purpose, every single one a sharp reminder of what he went through for someone who's alive and simply didn’t bother to tell him.  

The sudden silence is deafening. 

Stiles gets to his feet, feeling every single knife he’s carrying right now weighing him down when they usually feel like a part of him. Almost on autopilot, he frees the push dagger from its little pouch on his hip. His grip on it is tight. He twists his hand a little, hiding it from immediate view. He’d prefer if every part of this night would be a surprise. 

The click of the door opening resonates like a gunshot. Stiles recoils. His heart is pounding with uncertainty. Despite knowing the truth — a truth his father revealed to him after years and years of lies from everyone in his life, and he can’t ignore the heavy weight of pain in his chest. But then, Theo appears in the doorway, carrying a brown bag filled with groceries, looking so normal, so full of life, that it takes Stiles every fiber of his being to resist the urge to plunge a knife straight between his eyes. 

Theo stares at him, stunned, and the bag slips from his grasp, scattering its contents all over the floor. Potatoes and apples and canned goods come rolling down the stairs, the sound of glasses breaking adding to the chaos of their reunion. Theo seems oblivious to the mess around him, to the puddle of water becoming slowly bigger underneath his feet. His attention is solely focused on Stiles. His lips part, but the words he wants to say refuse to come out. He swallows visibly and runs a hand over his throat, closing his mouth again, almost as if he’s afraid of shattering the silence between them with a single word. 

Stiles can’t say what kind of greeting he expected. Still, it wasn’t this. 

“What the—” Tracy pushes past him, narrowed eyes widening when her gaze lands on him. 

Something about her, however, seems to push Theo out of his trance. He steps down the stairs, speed seemingly somewhere between the desire to run and not sure if he should. His nostrils flare softly, blue eyes darting back and forth, searching for something he won’t find — chemosignals. Everything Theo has to go off on is Stiles’ rapid heartbeat, but they both know it could mean anything, excitement, anger, fear. “Stiles,” he says, sounding as if he’s closing in on a wild animal. Perhaps Theo can read him better than expected. 

Corey and Josh fly into the room, Hayden following closely behind. While the latter looks surprised, Corey and Josh’s faces break into huge grins. 

Theo reaches out his hand in a calming manner and gets closer step by step. 

Seconds are trickling by. 

Stiles fixes Theo with his gaze, heart pounding almost erratically in his chest. He clenches his jaw despite his best efforts to remain calm and in control. Every part of him is on edge. Maybe that’s why Theo seems to sense his readiness to strike. Stiles is never calm; he doesn’t even bother to try. So, who is he kidding? 

As Theo closes the distance further, Stiles is already in his personal space, fingers curling tightly around the collar of his shirt, bunching up the soft fabric before slamming him into the closest wall. Stiles grinds his teeth together, narrowing his eyes with fury, as he presses the short but very deadly dagger against the chimera’s throat. The instant the metal touches Theo’s skin, it reddens because of the poison cursing through the blade. Stiles has chosen weapons with care, picking those that require him to get up close and personal with any supernatural creatures opposing him — and he’s made sure every single one will inflict more agony than any bullet or an arrow ever could. 

Warning snarls fill the air. Stiles senses the other chimeras closing in on them on silent feet. Out of the corner of his eye, Stiles catches sight of Hayden and Tracy. They’re both shifted, their teeth bared, and their claws out, body’s poised to spring into action at a moment’s notice. 

Theo raises both of his hands, eyes flashing red only for a second. “Don’t touch him,” he orders. “Don’t you dare hurt him.” His gaze darts back and forth between his betas. “If anyone even thinks about laying a finger on him from here on out, I’m going to kill you. Again.” The last part seems to be directed at Tracy alone because she steps away, but not without whispering something under her breath. 

Stiles bares his teeth in a humorless grin. “Alive and alpha,” he whispers, anger making his whole body flush with heat. “Life must’ve treated you oh-so-well, Raeken.” Trying to steady his hand, Stiles drags the point of the dagger upwards and over Theo’s pulse point. 

Theo has the guts to smile. “I understand you’re angry.”

“Angry?” Stiles spits, shifting closer and never breaking eye contact. The hand around his dagger remains steady even though his voice trembles slightly. “You,” he continues and puts just enough pressure on his dagger to break the soft skin at Theo’s neck — but even the drop of blood doesn’t satisfy the rage inside of him, “conned me into thinking you were dead for five years.” The pain of having lost— of believing he’d lost Theo forever as well as the rage of knowing all he’d done to get it back was for naught; this screwed-up cocktail of emotion makes him want to rip Theo’s heart out. “Angry doesn’t cut it.”

Although he doesn’t lower his hands, Theo’s shoulders sag. Even the smile falls from his lips. “Let me explain.” The wolfsbane created an angry black line on his neck. If it hurts Theo, he doesn’t show it. 

“I’m listening.” But the rage that pushed him this far is slowly being devoured by agony, by tears threatening to spill once more. 

“I wanted you to have a normal life.” 

“And I wanted a life with you!” Stiles whispers, and his voice cracks. This time, he doesn’t bother wasting time pretending he isn’t hurt beyond belief. “You don’t get to make this decision for me. You have no right—”

“Stiles.” Theo’s expression softens, and he lowers his hands to cup Stiles’ cheeks. 

But he refuses to allow that. Without a second of hesitation, Stiles rips Theo away from the wall. He kicks his legs out from under him and slams him to the ground. This time, a sound of pain escapes Theo, and grimaces a little. For the flicker of a second, anger crosses his features, but it vanishes the moment Stiles straddles his hips and presses the little dagger right under his jaw. 

For a second time, snarls fill the room. They’re quieter this time, more hesitant. The only person stupid enough to defy orders is Tracy. Still, Stiles doubts even she would risk getting killed by Theo for a second time. If there’s one thing to be sure about, Theo doesn’t make empty threats. 

“You were out,” Theo whispers, locking eyes with Stiles again. “You finally left this town.”

“I was never out.” Stiles slams his hand down next to Theo’s ear, feeling the cold stone crumble under his palm. When Theo’s eyes widen with surprise, satisfaction finally sneaks into Stiles’ cocktail of emotions. “I tried everything, went down every path, performed every ritual, studied magic that’s been forbidden for ages — I did everything to get you back. But how could it have worked?” Stiles laughs again, a raspy sound that feels like nails in his throat. If he hadn’t he would’ve started crying. 

“Stiles, I didn’t know—”

“You didn’t know?” Stiles refuses to believe that. Not Theo. Everyone but Theo. How could Stiles going above and beyond to get him back never have crossed his mind? “You didn’t know I’d find a way to drag you out of hell myself?”

Theo doesn’t say anything. 

The room is filled with a heavy silence. The chimeras are restless, unsure what to do — if they should do anything. 

It sets Stiles’ teeth on edge.  “Do you know how it felt?” He asks while moving his dagger down until it rests right above Theo’s heart. “Losing you?” He leans down lower, teetering on the edge of wanting to push the metal in and knowing he’d never be able to go through with it. There’s no way he’d survive losing Theo again. He has no fight left in him, only rage and desperation. His grief has devoured the rest, and it’s threatening to swallow him whole. “Like someone cut out my heart—” they’re nose to nose now, Theo’s scent so familiar and present it’s slowly tearing Stiles apart “— and replaced it with a pile of shards.” 

“Babe, I—”

“No.” Stiles wanted to scream the word. He wanted the world to hear him deny Theo Raeken, yet it’s nothing more than a gust of air. He’s not even sure if he said it out loud or if it was a part of his imagination. Theo’s face becomes blurry, and no amount of blinking could hide the fact that his resolve is crumbling, his anger whisked away by a feeling long forgotten — relief. 

Because Theo is alive, he’s okay, he’s right here. 

Theo grabs Stiles’ hand and pulls it away from his chest. “I’m sorry,” he whispers, even though his voice is trembling slightly. “I just wanted you to be safe.” 

Stiles draws a shaky breath and sits back on his heels. He doesn’t even try to stand up, knowing his legs won’t support him for a single step. So he sits here, feeling the chimeras look at him with bated breath, probably wondering if he might kill their alpha after all.

But the dagger falls from his limp fingers as he’s staring at Theo with a tear finally running down his cheek. 

Slowly, almost as if not to scare him, Theo sits up as well. He reaches out a hand and, when Stiles doesn’t pull away, cups his neck. “I never stopped loving you.” 

Five years. Five fucking years of suffering, of pain, of every hideous thing one could think of, all to hear those three words. “I hate you.” Stiles doesn’t wish this type of love on anybody. His gaze flicks to Theo, studying a face he could paint with his eyes closed. Even now. And yet, when Theo pulls him close, Stiles buries his face in the crook of Theo’s neck and clings to him, afraid to lose him again, afraid to lose himself once more. Because he loves him, more than his own damn life, and there is nothing Stiles wouldn’t do to keep Theo by his side.  

[beyourownanchor6]

Hiii! It's okay, I assumed you were busy enjoying your vacation.

Yeah she kinda disappeared after teen wolf, didn't she? Dylan o'brien blew up as a movie star, tyler posey got onlyfans, tyler hoeclin got superman and lois, dylan sprayberry got some movies, but allison just... kinda vanished. I haven't seen her in forever. Yeah teen wolf just plays by its own rules and i love it even if it frustrates me.

Oh i love himbos!! And you're right, Stiles is a himbo! And yay for multishipping. I do lots of multishipping too. Sterek, steo, steter, sciles... i usually don't do straight ships tho.

It was wild. And I unfortunately was a die hard harry potter fan. Still am, but at least i have the decency to be ashamed of it now lmao. The glee fandom was wild. I got a lot of love and support from the glee fandom, but also death threats! And don't even get me started on the social justice issues and how they were approached. I once said I shipped Klaine (Kurt/Blaine) and immediatelly got hit with "stop invading women's spaces" for it. Mind you, klaine is a GAY MALE SHIP.

I agree with you there, that does suck. Thank heavens for the internet and video calls.

And thank you! I hope you had fun on your holiday. And i'm okay! I bought reading glasses this week, it's amazing how much easier reading and writing is now.

As for today's question: what other fandoms are you into?

tumblr totally ate this notification 😩 (this hellsite—derogatory 🤣) hope you enjoyed your week!

it does seem that way. i will say i follow certain actors/actresses more than others from there, so maybe i just missed her being in things, but i feel like i would’ve seen something with everything tw i engage in lol. this also reminded me i still need to watch the last episode from last season of superman 😂 i think i’ve seen almost everything dylan has been in lol. and i’ve seen a lot of holland and cody’s other projects.

yea i just kinda ship all over with tw tbh lol. i don’t go to every ship, but i definitely have a lot!

i know a lot of ppl who are harry potter fans, so you’re not alone lol. i’ve heard about the gleee fandom and it definitely sounds like it was toxic 😬 but ig that comes with most fandoms lol. i watched a documentary recently about all the glee actors that have since passed; definitely interesting.that is a WILD take for that ship. damn

yes, at least we have ways to communicate even if we have to live miles and miles away.

i did thank you! i feel like i spent this last week recovering and getting back into things lol. woo love that for you! now you can do all the things.

oh gosh, so many 😂 i’ve kind of lost beans for 911 as a whole lately unfortunately, so i’ve been going back into my other fandoms. mm so i just recently got into the bikeriders fandom; amazing movie if you haven’t yet seen. i also just rewatched stranger things for the nth time and got back on that bullshit lol. of course there’s teen wolf. and i’ll just list some others i’m into: shameless/animal kingdom/obx/oth/the rookie/heartstopper/rwrb/shadowhunters/spn/ various marvel things annddd idk i’m sure i’m missing more 😅 what about you?

[nuerodiventperson]

I have come to rant abojt my boyfriend

AHHH HESS SO PRETTY HE KEEPS FORITING WITH EM AND I SWEAR FOR ONE DUDE STOP CALLING ME A SIMP IM YOURE FREKAING GF BUT ALSI TODAY WHEN HE WAS DOING IT WE BOTH SIMATOLTANOUSLY WENT "MAYNOISE IN AN ESCALOTOR GOINF UP ATAIRS SO SEE YOU LATER" AND HE TRUEND TO HIS AID AND WAS LIKE "SORRY WERE JUST AUTISTIC" AND SHE WA SLIKE "no, no you seem in a good mood" AHHH, AND I ALSO LOVE HOW HE SAID IT LIKE SHE DIDNT KNOW LOL. HE ASKED ME IF I HD A CHARGER FOR HIN CIZ HIS COMOUTER WAS DYING AND WAS LIKE OHH. MY TRUE LOVEEE CAN ONLT SAVE ME FROM DEATH AND I HAD TO KEEP TELILING HIM TO SHUR UO TO DAY CUZ I CANT HANDLE HIM XUS MT GACE IS TO HOT AND RED AND I CANT AND AHHHHAAAHAHAH AND QE WERE OUT BY THE TEACK AND HE KEOT LAYING IN ME AND TEASINF ME BEING LIKE " you like me laying on you" AND OMG BRAYLEE SENT A GMAIL YESTSRDAY THST WAS LIKE " marriage time..matt do you take Taylor to be yours toll the day you part" and he RESPONDED AND WA SLIKE " AS LONG AS I GET TO WEAR THE DRESS CUZ IM A PRETTY PRINCESS" AND IM LIKE " YES YOURE VERY PRETTY" AND AHHHH AND AT LUNCH BRO HE KEEPS CREAKINF FLIRTING WITH ME QND CALLOING ME BAMES AME ITS FRIRVING ME INSANE, LIKE HE KEPT PUTTI HIS HEAD ON MY SHOULDER AND CALLING ME NAMES LIKE " BABBBYYY" AND "LOOVEE" ANND IM LIKE QHWHWHWHWHWHEYUEHE QND YES IT IS VERY VISIBLE AND I KEOTRUBBING MY HAND ON HIS ARM AND HES LIKE "stop..please" and im like "mmm' and I stopped like 5 minutes ago and he's still telling me stop 💀, and then I jsut out MT head down in boredom cuz I'm bored and stop breathing heavy cuz I was bored and yes out of everything I could've done I decided to breathe heavy and HE SEEMED SO WORRIED ABOUT ME AND AHSHHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHEHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAGAGAGAGAGSGAG

ALSO TODAY I WQS KINDA WORRIED CUS MY STEO DAD OULLED INTO A AUTISM TREATMENT AND RESEARCH OLACE AMD IM LIKE " ARE THEY GONNA KILL ME?" AND THEN HE OULLS OUT AND TURNS AROUND AND WE WENT TO MCDONALDS

[sapphireginger]

Steo Day 2023: Fighting for Love

Happy Steo Dady 2023 Everyone!!!

@steodiscord

Summary:

Scott stared at Stiles like he had never seen him before. “So that’s it? You love him and therefore you condone his actions?!” “Better to condone than condemn. Some of us have to get our hands dirty when others of us…” he sneered, giving Scott a significant look. “…refuse to dip their toes into the morally gray area. It’s where I live Scotty and if you can’t accept that, then I guess yeah, that’s that.”

Stiles sat at his desk, feeling numb. He couldn’t believe what had just happened, but he knew he wouldn’t forget it any time soon. He closed his eyes and let the conversation from not more than an hour ago echo in his mind. 

“How can you defend him, Stiles?!" Scott demanded. "Your so called boyfriend tried to dissemble when I asked if he had killed Donovan, but the blood on his hands gave him away despite his denial."

With a serious expression on his face, paired with a sharp smile, Stiles looked up and didn’t cower in the face of Scott’s rage. "Why do any of us do anything? For love of course and Theo killing Donovan saved my life. So, of course, I'm glad he killed him and he told me right after he did it. What were you hoping to achieve by telling me this huh? Did you think I'd leave him or condemn him? Well, I won't because love is a battlefield and sometimes you pay with the blood of others or with blood of your own.”

Scott stared at Stiles like he had never seen him before. “So that’s it? You love him and therefore you condone his actions?!”

“Better to condone than condemn. Some of us have to get our hands dirty when others of us…” he sneered, giving Scott a significant look. “…refuse to dip their toes into the morally gray area. It’s where I live Scotty and if you can’t accept that, then I guess yeah, that’s that.”

Both teens were silent, the tension stifling until Scott flashed his eyes and shook his head as he took a step back. “Fine. I know how stubborn you can be. So I know you’ve made your decision but when the day comes where he breaks your heart, just remember I told you so and I won’t be there for you. For all I know he may kill you too.”

Stiles’s hands balled into fists and he snorted. “He won’t. You don’t know him.” Stiles scoffed, letting out a bitter laugh. “I think out of the two of us, we both know you’re not the one who’s there for people, Scott.”

Scott roared at him and in the blink of an eye, the pack bond snapped, leaving Stiles to cry out in pain. He collapsed to the ground shivering and shaking at the hollow feeling in his chest. “Scott?” he said, barely audible had it not been for the alpha’s supernatural hearing. 

“You’re no longer a member of my pack, Stiles. I won’t have someone in my pack who is in love with a murderer. I won’t endanger them. You made your choice. This is mine.” With that, the alpha disappeared out the window, ignoring his former friend’s tears and whimpers of pain. He had a pack to look after and to protect. 

Stiles felt a hand on his shoulder, gently squeezing, and let the feeling anchor him to the present. His mind left the memory behind him as he turned in his desk chair to meet blue eyes full of concern. “Theo.”

“Hey, Bambi,” Theo whispered. He stepped forward when Stiles encircled his arms around the coyote’s waist and kissed the amber eyed teen’s forehead. “I’m not sorry I killed him but I am sorry about Scott.”

“Scott’s an asshole.”

Theo huffed. “No arguments here but he’s an idiot as well. That pack won’t last without its heart.”

Stiles looked up at the man he loved and tilted his head, resting his cheek against Theo’s stomach. “Its heart?”

“Mhm. You. Stiles, you’re the heart of that pack, the glue, the one who brought everyone together and kept everyone together. They’ll learn that the hard way and by the time they finally figure it out, it’ll be too late.”

“Did you hear back from Brett?”

Theo nodded. “Yes. He and Satomi have a place for us to stay and we are already enrolled at Devenford Prep.”

Stiles chuckled. “Look at us, going to a fancy private school all because I’m in love with you and my best—ex-best friend—won’t accept it.”

“His loss, my gain,” Theo replied with a smirk though his eyes held understanding and empathy. 

For a moment, Stiles hesitated to say the words on the tip of his tongue, but he chose to be brave. “I love you, Thumper.”

Theo inhaled sharply, his breath hitching almost painfully and he cupped Stiles’s cheeks, using his thumbs to brush the tears away. “Oh Bambi. I love you too.”

“Yeah?” Stiles said, his voice breathy and shaky. 

“Yeah.”

They stared at each other for what felt like hours, eventually migrating to the bed and curling up together. As Theo slipped into a doze, he heard the man he loved singing under his breath so softly that he could barely make out the words but he heard enough to understand a lot about the other teen’s state of being. 

Why does love always feel like a battlefield? A battlefield, a battlefield, a battlefield  Why does love always feel like a battlefield? Guess you better go and get your armor. 

Theo pressed a kiss to Stiles’s forehead, his nose, the corners of his eyes and then hovered an inch from pressing their lips together. 

Stiles’s honey eyes were glistening with tears as he met Theo’s eyes, a shade akin to light and pale Lapis Lazuli gemstones. “I never meant to start a war,” he whispered, his breath rattling in his chest. “You know I never wanna hurt you.”

“I know, Bambi,” Theo said, enveloping the mole spotted teen in a fierce and protective embrace. “I know.” 

Since they were transferring schools, neither of them had to go to school tomorrow and then it was the weekend anyway. So, after texting his dad, Stiles curled into Theo’s chest and sighed. He was determined to stay in this bubble of safety and love for as long as possible. 

Stiles felt rubbed raw, drained, flayed and exhausted. His heart hurt and his chest was empty of all but a single pack bond, a pack bond with Theo. Hot tears kept burning his eyes and he had to close his eyes in order to let the tears finally fall. He was grateful that Theo didn’t bring attention to it and simply held him tighter. He owed Theo a new shirt for how snotty and gross this one was getting but right now neither of them cared. 

Everything was going to change now, well almost everything. They’d be going to a new school, joining a new pack, moving to a new house—Sheriff Stilinski remaining here—making new friends and more. However, as Stiles slowly fell asleep, he knew one thing wouldn’t change, and that was Theo. He loved Theo, had fought for that love and as he told Scott, love was like a battlefield. You either pay with your own blood or someone else’s blood. Both Stiles and Theo have paid with blood. They’ve paid with their own blood and with the blood of someone else. 

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[ritsmew-sakunya]

what is brother's conflict... why is it screamy

.... its an otome (and anime) where a the mcs dad remarries and so she gains a lot of steo brothers. and uh. its and otome. and the writing. is . something

[imhereonthekitchenfloor]

Are you gonna stop supporting Taylor? As a Jewish woman, her openly being involved with a neo-nazi, and as a human being who thinks being a sexual predator is repulsive, I don’t know how I can actually support her anymore.

...SO my thing with Taylor and politics and morality is I am always going to be slightly dissapointed. She doesnt overtly do bad things, but she will hang with bad people. She will do good things but rarely if its controversial (political). I am someone who pays minimal attention to Taylor's relationships (romantic or otherwise) and is 90% a fan for her music. So I will continue to support her and her music but yeah this is a REALLY bad look. If this continues, I wont be able to really separate her hanging out with a bad person and her being a bad person herself. That's going to seep into my pride of being a fan and how I interpret her music. For now I can live in the cloud of "Taylor doesnt know anything about Matty" but I am walking a tightrope right now.

Anon, I think you are so so so valid for being uncomfortable with this situation. If you need to take a steo back as this all cools down and shakes out, I dont think anyone would blame you. Please take care of yourself❤