Overwhelming

Mar. 23rd, 2017 02:41 pm
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When Derek feels scared and vulnerable, Stiles' is the first place he goes.

Words: 892, Chapters: 3/3, Language: English

I know that I remember you

Mar. 23rd, 2017 02:33 pm
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“I didn’t know you could sing.” The guy says, walking towards him, cautious.

Derek busies himself with closing the guitar case, waits for the guy to say anything else or maybe introduce himself. The bar is always crowded whenever Derek sings, and many people approach him every night, how would Derek remember who he is?

“Do I know you?” He ends up asking, not being able to hide the annoyed tone. He just wants to go home, take a shower and watch some stupid TV show.

To his surprise the guy flinches. “I don’t think so.”

Words: 1307, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 56 of Tumblr Fics

Nihil

Mar. 23rd, 2017 01:56 pm
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Stiles copes with Derek's death. Or does he?

Words: 1313, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Nihil

Mar. 23rd, 2017 01:53 pm
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Stiles copes with Derek's death. Or does he?

Words: 1313, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Nihil

Mar. 23rd, 2017 01:52 pm
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Stiles copes with Derek's death. Or does he?

Words: 1313, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Nihil

Mar. 23rd, 2017 01:52 pm
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Stiles copes with Derek's death. Or does he?

Words: 1313, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

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El Sheriff Stilinski está acostumbrado a tratar con víctimas de crimines violentos. Sabe cómo acercarse a chicos que han sido golpeados y abusados sexualmente.

Excepto que esta vez en su hijo.

Es Stiles.

Words: 9646, Chapters: 1/1, Language: Español

Poem: "As a Model for Others"

Mar. 23rd, 2017 12:27 pm
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This poem came out of the July 21, 2015 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired and sponsored by [personal profile] technoshaman. It also fills the "Rosa Parks Day -- December 1" square in my 7-1-15 card for the Winter Fest in July Bingo. This poem belongs to the Schrodinger's Heroes project.

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FMK: The Princess and the Goblin

Mar. 23rd, 2017 12:14 pm
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Princess Irene is definitely D'Angeline, isn't she. Which of the angels is her Great-Grandmama?

...Anyway, somehow I was expecting this to be about a princess and a goblin, not a princess and a peasant boy and a WHOLE BUNCH of goblins, none of whom she really interacts with. I think somehow I had got the impression that Curdie was a goblin who helped her out.

That's really the core of my response to this book. As I was reading it (and I'm very glad I did) I was seeing all the ways in which this is really an important foundation block in the later fantasy I've read, missing pieces that I haven't found in extensive folklore reading but still turn up every now and then in post-Victorian stuff, even such little things as the physical descriptions of the goblins. (Such as having a jack-o-lantern face, when folklore pumpkinheads are usually very distinct from folklore goblins.)

And then there's the very strong, and very Victorian, thread in this book of beautiful = good and ugly = bad. Not to say that post-Victorian kidlit has totally solved that one, but still, there's enough pushback against it in newer kids' fantasy (and in folklore) that my response to the lady who is beautiful beyond imagining (*especially* if she admits she's wearing a glamour) is BEWARE, and you should probably go find an ugly crone to talk to instead. Also I can't think of a single reason why the goblins aren't in the right here, given the way they are being dehumanized and their lands are being steadily stolen and then destroyed. They even try for a diplomatic solution first!

Of course, the fairy-story books I was imprinting on instead when I was the age for this were The Ordinary Princess (all about how Ordinary doesn't have to be Beautiful to be Good) and Goblins in the Castle (where Our Hero realizes halfway through that the displaced goblins are in the right and he's been on the wrong side all along). Both of those books are almost certainly arguing with MacDonald and his peers, whether consciously on the part of the writers or not, but I got their side of the argument first and it's a much better side. :P

I was also interested in how young Irene was. There's a standard in kidlit publishing (or at least there was, awhile back) that your protagonist should always be at least a couple of years older than the reading level you're writing for, presumably as an aspirational thing, and also so kids who read a lot can feel smug about reading books for older kids and kids who are a little slower don't have to be talked down to.

But I'm wondering if it's also because adult authors tend to write their protagonists acting a few years younger than kids of that age feel like they are in their heads. Irene certainly feels younger than eight to me, for a lot of the book: at eight I could tell you who my cousins-once-removed were and how they were different from my second-cousins, and I can't imagine many second graders I know being confused by the concept of a great-grandma, or in general have Irene's maturity level. And when I was a kid, reading books about kids a few years older than me, the protagonists didn't usually feel like they were that much older than me. Maybe by telling grownups to write eleven-year-olds for eight-year-olds, you end up with characters who feel like eight-year-olds to eight-year-olds.

I did really like the strong message in this book that adults need to believe what kids say to them, and that if the adults don't, that's on the adults, not the kids. And if the kids let themselves be half-convinced the adults are right and the kids are imagining or exaggerating, it's also the adults' fault, and not the kids failing, and not just "part of growing up." And that the mysterious secret stranger actually tells the protagonist to tell all her grown-ups everything, not to keep it secret, because adults who tell you to keep your relationship a secret are probably not the adults you should rely on. That's something that is REALLY REALLY IMPORTANT to teach a lot of kids (although probably more important to teach grownups), and I think the way MacDonald did it was a lot more emotionally real and with a lot more conviction than a lot of other people, especially modern kids' fantasy, where the parents not believing or not being told is either taken for granted or treated as harmless.

Also wow, you really couldn't get away with handing a character a LITERAL PLOT THREAD in a modern book...

And you're grieving but don't hurry

Mar. 23rd, 2017 12:50 pm
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You know, I've lived at my current address for nearly 15 years(!!!) and for the most part, Amazon, via FedEx, UPS, and the USPS, has never had a hard time finding me. Until this week. Suddenly packages are being "rerouted" after being sent to the wrong facility(!?) or they've been delivered "to my mailbox" when in fact they 1. wouldn't fit in the mailbox and 2. have not appeared in the vestibule or hallway of my building, where such things are usually left. I can't imagine someone, upon opening their stolen booty of roller bottles and tiny gift bags, made toddler fists of glee, so I have to think the box wasn't stolen so much as it just...wasn't delivered as promised. (I mean, I suppose someone out there did in fact get gleeful over the contents of the box - stranger things have happened - but it does seem kind of far-fetched. Unlike the times my order from LUSH went missing. At least that was worth stealing.)

Amazon refunded me and told me to reorder and they would pay any shipping costs (hilarious because I have Prime so there are no shipping costs) but it's just inexplicable that this has happened twice within a week. My address has not changed! It's not wrong in my profile! So I don't even know what's going on.

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In other news, boss1 said something interesting to me the other day when she was offering condolences, that now with my father gone, we'd get back the younger version of him in our memories. And I was telling L about it, because I've been thinking a lot about it.

It's true that the declining years are top of mind right now, and that's why people telling older stories is so important - he wasn't just an occasionally querulous old man with no short-term memory - he was an active member of his community for a long time, he was loved by his family members, and thought of warmly by his co-workers and friends. He did a lot of quiet good in his way for the people in his life, even if he sometimes seemed overly-strict or demanding with us. And I guess that's the man I want to think of, the one who used to send cheery good morning texts every day, who always made us feel like he wanted us to be happy above all - even if he didn't understand what we claimed we needed for that, he wanted us to have it.

I want to remember how he was always ready to believe in the best of us, and bail us out even when we didn't live up to that (I don't mean actually bailing us out of jail - we never had that experience! but with teachers and other school authorities etc. I will never forget his firm insistence of "My son wouldn't do that!" when he got a call saying my brother had been found passed out drunk in the hotel hallway on the school ski trip. And he never yelled at my brother for it - he just made him pay back the cost of the trip over time, since he was sent home the morning after he arrived without ever even making it onto the slopes. As he later said, he figured the humiliation of being sent home like that and missing out on his trip was punishment enough).

He made his share of mistakes and left us with some annoying baggage, but overall, I think he did way more good than harm in the end. At least, that's how I'd like to remember him.

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Power of a Leader

Mar. 23rd, 2017 12:27 pm
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Malia likes Stiles. She really does. But Scott is just so much more.

Words: 954, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

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I picked up some Pacific salmon on sale the other day so I'm trying the recipe for Lapsang Souchong Gravlax from Eat Tea.

If I like it, I'll try making it for a party or the next stitch'n'bitch at [personal profile] wolfshark's house.

It's An Adventure

Mar. 23rd, 2017 11:36 am
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So the thing about Stiles and Derek's road trip 'Adventure' was that nothing was planned. Absolutely nothing. They picked a direction and took off. Wherever they were on July 10th was where they would turn back from. It gave them time to make their way back to Beacon Hills AND get Stiles' things packed for college as well as fly him out in time to move into the dorms before orientation.

They were 7 days into their trip and were headed north to god knows where ("Canada's that way, let's head towards Canada today?"Stiles had suggest.) at the moment. Derek was currently driving, Stiles was fiddling with the radio and making a ridiculous face with his tongue sticking out as he concentrated on the static he was flicking through.

After a few more tries the teen gave up, turned the radio off and flopped back in his seat with a sign, bringing his elbow to rest on the edge of the window and his hand to hold his forehead. "We should go to the ocean." He said idly.

Words: 1592, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 18 of Sourwolf and Mischief

Compañeros

Mar. 23rd, 2017 11:29 am
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La muerte de Boyd, unió a Stiles y Derek de una forma que el primero no creyó posible pero un día, el moreno se marcha con Cora y Peter de Beacon Hills sin siquiera despedirse. El castaño comienza a experimentar un sueño que se repite constantemente hasta que una noche despierta afuera de la mansión Hale, siendo atacado por tres betas, los cuales buscan a Derek por razones desconocidas y están muy seguros de poder encontrarlo usando a su compañero como cebo, aunque claro, Stiles no tiene idea que es el compañero de Derek Hale.

Words: 4785, Chapters: 1/20, Language: Español

Приговор для двоих

Mar. 23rd, 2017 10:18 am
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В один прекрасный момент в Бейкон Хиллс, наконец, наступает затишье. Совсем скоро выпускные экзамены и поступление в колледж. Все отлично: никто не умирает, злые духи не атакуют беззащитных подростков и не пытаются убить половину города. Но беда приходит откуда не ждали. На Дерека Хейла «вешают» убийство и «закрывают» на долгих семь лет. А Стайлз решает, что обязан быть рядом.

Words: 48445, Chapters: 1/1, Language: Русский

Friendship

Mar. 23rd, 2017 10:31 am
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Once, Scott interrupted Stiles and Derek in the middle of sex. Stiles likes to tease him about it.

Words: 1172, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

deep in the forest

Mar. 23rd, 2017 09:42 am
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Ten years ago, Scott McCall got bitten by a werewolf. This brought him into a world of danger and death. He didn't want anyone else to get hurt. So he didn't tell his rather human best friend, Stiles Stilinski. They weren't supposed to have secrets. Their relationship turns strained and they stop talking.

Two years later, Stiles awakens his dormant magical abilities, dragging him into the supernatural realm forever. He doesn't tell Scott. He doesn't tell anyone.

Six months after that he is approached by a strange woman in blue robes who introduces herself as a Druid. She says he is magicfolk (which means he has magical abilities. No shit.) She offers him a scholarship to Spark Alley College. A colege for magicfolk. He agrees.

Seven years after that it's the present. And Stiles is coming back.

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(Excerpt)

The first question has a yes answer too. Of course it does.

His best friend worked there once.

His ex-best friend (left him) (betrayed him) (lied to him) (ignored him) (left him) worked there once.

Words: 1895, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Daily Happiness

Mar. 23rd, 2017 05:40 am
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1. Welp, I was at work from noon until 4:30am, so basically I didn't get anything done today except work, but now inventory is done and we don't have to do it again until September!

2. Look at this Jasper! Such a big boy. He's just a few days shy of five months old now. :)

Spring Breakers

Mar. 23rd, 2017 06:04 am
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It is spring break in Beacon Hills and the whole pack is camped out in and around Lydia’s pool. Somehow even Peter has been invited, which turns out to be the bane of Stiles’ existence because skimpy swimming shorts do nothing to hide a boner.

Words: 723, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

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