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Stiles is learning to be okay again, after everything. Post 3b.

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killianknows:

You’re my brother, Scott.

Maybe if he keeps saying it, he’ll start to believe it. After all, he might have realised he was bisexual the first time he saw Danny shirtless in the locker room, but Scott’s as straight as he’s always been. So it’s not like being in love with him was going to do Stiles any good. He kicked at the corner of his bed in frustration, wincing in pain as he spun around and flopped onto his back on the mattress.

That was how Scott found him when he crawled through Stiles’ window an hour later. Stiles’ hands were linked under his head and he was, for once, sleeping peacefully. Scott grinned and, crouching to the side to avoid the inevitable reaction, ran a finger lightly along the edge of Stiles’ bare foot. Stiles flailed, waking up instantly and sitting bolt upright.

Scott fell over laughing.

“Damn it, Scott, what the hell?” Stiles said grouchily.

“Dude, sorry, couldn’t resist,” Scott said through his choked laughter.

Stiles rolled his eyes. “What’s going on, dude? Tell me there’s not some kinda crisis.”

“Nah.” Scott shrugged. “Couldn’t sleep.”

“Yeah, well, I actually was sleeping for once. Without nightmares, I might add,” Stiles said, glaring at Scott.

Scott raised his hands defensively. “Sorry, sorry,” he said. Then he grinned. “I could tell you weren’t having nightmares. Lydia?” he said, his eyes flashing briefly to Stiles’ boxers.

Stiles could practically feel the colour drain from his face. “Uh. Yeah. Lydia.” It had definitely not been strawberry blonde hair twisted through his fingers as skilled lips had drifted over his cock. He scratched the back of his neck. “Look, Scott, I know you’re bored and all but, uh, I really want to get some sleep for once…” he said.

“Yeah, sure. Sorry. I’ll go bug Isaac, he never sleeps.”

Stiles’ brow furrowed. If Isaac never sleeps, and he’s in the same house as Scott, why’d he come all the way… he cut off his thought when he realised Scott was looking at him strangely.

“Good plan,” Stiles said weakly. Scott headed back towards the window. As he prepared to jump out, Stiles spoke before he thought.

“It wasn’t Lydia. It was you.”

He only briefly saw Scott’s eyes widen before he heard him crash to the ground uncharacteristically clumsily.  




Oh, the things we invent when we are scared and want to be rescued.




Family.




4.02 // 4.12





Never be afraid to apologize to your child. If you lose your temper and say something in anger that wasn’t meant to be said, apologize. Children need to know that adults can admit when they are wrong.

American Humane Society (via maninsun)

This is so, so important.

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thethoughtsofmaddie:

This kid throws huge parties and has date raped over 3 of my friends. Of course his families super rich so nobody says anything. He posts super misogynistic and ignorant tweets and I finally said something… This is what I get in return.




Be your own anchor.




Can a thin person have body image struggles? Can a thin person be at war with their self-image? Can a thin person hate to look in the mirror?

Absolutely.

And does that suck?

Absolutely.

But the difference between these negative feelings and fatphobia is this: The only person worrying about whether or not I’m meeting beauty standards is me.

And that’s not the same for fat folk.

When you’re not thin, other people on the beach actually do take offense. When you’re not thin, people really do think that you shouldn’t be in a bathing suit. When you’re not thin, people really do make your body their moral obligation.

And while your internal struggle is real and significant, the point is: You might hate your body, but society doesn’t.

That’s thin privilege.
Let’s Talk About Thin Privilege — Everyday Feminism (via samanticshift)