make me choose:soulstiles asked:Scallison or Steroline








Phineas and Ferb is the only cartoon nowadays that is actually worth watching,

Day 22: Steter


In battle, side-by-side

Sometimes he wonders why he’s even here. Maybe it’s that elementary school boy curiosity where everything dangerous feels like a mystery and an adventure. Or maybe he was just plain stupid.

Stiles Stilinski has always been a curious kid. His ADD had him dozing off from various subjects, but kept him completely focused on one particular thing that piqued his interest. And one interest that suit his fancy was lycanthropy. Or more general: the supernatural.

But who wouldn’t be interested in something like that? Is it not instinctual to just be completely engrossed the unusual? Or was it instinct to completely ignore it?

With Stiles it was either 1 or 10 with him. He could be interested or not at all; there was no in between.

After Scott was bitten by Peter Hale, not only did his best friend’s life change, but his changed as well. He was involved in this just as much as Scott was. And it seemed that every time they tried to get out of a sticky, supernatural situation, it seemed like life loved throwing them curveballs.

Currently, he was hiding behind a medical gurney, side-by-side with Peter Hale, the psychotic werewolf that basically ruined his and Scott’s perfectly normal life. But normal life was overrated, right?

"He’s not happy," Peter quipped as a gigantic monster of a were-jaguar roared down the hall. A friend of Kate Argent, who came back from the dead. Because no one actually stays dead here in Beacon Hills.

"I wonder why," Stiles mumbled harshly, glaring at the man next to him. "If only you didn’t piss him off with your snarky attitude."

"Oh, sweetie, you need to stop being so uptight," Peter grinned, winking at him.

Stiles rolled his eyes. “You are such a creeper, snookums.”

This time, it was Peter’s turn to roll his eyes. “I hate that nickname.”

"I hate sweetie.”

"But it suits you." Peter’s lip curled in a way that made him look like a cute, little kitty. Maybe kitten was a better pet name for him. Or pussy, judging by how well Peter runs away from a situation.

"Come on, kitten, we got a were-panther to kill.”

"I believe it’s a were-jaguar,” Peter corrected. “There’s a difference.”

"It could be a were-Pokémon for all I care." Stiles snarked back. "We need to get this shit done."

"Whatever you say, sweetie.”

I think this is my favorite ficlet so far because I like that it’s less dialogue and more internal.

The Art of Kiki’s Delivery Service

The Art of Kiki’s Delivery Service


Under The Blood
by RougueShadowWolfFor oh so long Peter Hale had wanted Stiles Stilinski to say yes, to say yes to the Bite Peter offered over and over again, and with each no Peter smiled a sad little smile; for Stiles would make the most wonderful wolf to ever walk the earth.Words: 1434, Chapters: 1/1, Language: EnglishSeries: Part 11 of 15 MinutesFandoms: teen wolf - Fandom

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Deucalion (Teen Wolf)

Relationships: Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Additional Tags: Steter - Freeform, Alpha Peter Hale, The Alpha Pack, Mates, Hurt Stiles, Dying Stiles

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Under The Blood


For oh so long Peter Hale had wanted Stiles Stilinski to say yes, to say yes to the Bite Peter offered over and over again, and with each no Peter smiled a sad little smile; for Stiles would make the most wonderful wolf to ever walk the earth.

Words: 1434, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 11 of 15 Minutes

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Do It Yourself with Peter Hale


So Ian tweeted this and my hand slipped.

Yes, it’s something very dirty with PeterStiles elements.


Peter is human too.

Alright, not exactly a whole, taken he is a werewolf who came back from being dead one and a half times. But on the long run he is human when it comes to his needs.

His needs include thirst for power and strength, or wanting respect and being feared. But there are some even more basic than those. Eating, for example.

Or pleasure.

Now, Peter knows he has his game on and he could charm any unfortunate soul anytime and anywhere he wants. It’s just so easy and it isn’t exactly a challenge. But sometimes the need for pleasure isn’t rumbling as demanding under his skin to find someone. And who would know the best what his body needs if not himself?

Sometimes a little self-love could do wonders to his nerves after all.

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“He works with Captain America and follows him through this ordeal because he believes in him.” - Anthony Mackie.

The Importance of Mary Sue


When I was in Ninth Grade, I won a thing.  

That thing, in particular, was a thirty dollar Barnes & Noble gift certificate.  I was still too young for a part-time job, so I didn’t have this kind of spending cash on me, ever.  I felt like a god.

Drunk with power, I fancy-stepped my way to my local B&N.  I was ready to choose new books based solely on the most important of qualities…BADASS COVER ART.  I walked away with a handful of paperbacks, most of which were horrible (I’m looking at you, Man-Kzin Wars III) or simply forgettable.  

One book did not disappoint.  I fell down the rabbit hole into a series that proved to be as badass as the cover art promised (Again, Man-Kzin Wars III, way to drop the ball on that one).  With more than a dozen books in the series, I devoured them.  I bought cassette tapes of ballads sung by bards in the stories.  And the characters.  Oh, the characters.  I loved them.  Gryphons, mages, but most importantly, lots of women.  Different kinds of women.  So many amazing women.  I looked up to them, wrote bad fiction that lifted entire portions of dialogue and character descriptions, dreamed of writing something that the author would include in an anthology.

This year I decided in a fit of nostalgia to revisit the books I loved so damn much.  I wanted to reconnect with my old friends…

…and I found myself facing Mary Sues.  Lots of them.  Perfect, perfect, perfect.  A fantasy world full of Anakin Skywalkers and Nancy Drews and Wesley Crushers.  I felt crushed.  I had remembered such complex, deep characters and didn’t see those women in front of me at all anymore.  Where were those strong women who kept me safe through the worst four years of my life?

Which led me to an important realization as I soldiered on through book after book.  That’s why I needed them.  Because they were Mary Sues.  These books were not written to draw my attention to all the ugly bumps and whiskers of the real world.  They were somewhere to hide.  I was painfully aware that I was being judged by my peers and adults and found lacking.  I was a fuckup.  And sometimes a fuckup needs to feel like a Mary Sue.  As an adult, these characters felt a little thin because they lacked the real world knowledge I, as an adult, had learned and earned.  But that’s the thing…these books weren’t FOR this current version of myself.   Who I am now doesn’t need a flawless hero because I’m comfortable with the idea that valuable people are also flawed.

There is a reason that most fanfiction authors, specifically girls, start with a Mary Sue.  It’s because girls are taught that they are never enough.  You can’t be too loud, too quiet, too smart, too stupid.  You can’t ask too many questions or know too many answers.  No one is flocking to you for advice.  Then something wonderful happens.  The girl who was told she’s stupid finds out that she can be a better wizard than Albus Dumbledore.  And that is something very important.  Terrible at sports?  You’re a warrior who does backflips and Legolas thinks you’re THE BEST.   No friends?  You get a standing ovation from Han Solo and the entire Rebel Alliance when you crash-land safely on Hoth after blowing up the Super Double Death Star.  It’s all about you.  Everyone in your favorite universe is TOTALLY ALL ABOUT YOU.

I started writing fanfiction the way most girls did, by re-inventing themselves.  

Mary Sues exist because children who are told they’re nothing want to be everything.  

As a girl, being “selfish” was the worst thing you could be.  Now you live in Narnia and Prince Caspian just proposed marriage to you.  Why?  Your SELF is what saved everyone from that sea serpent.  Plus your hair looks totally great braided like that.

In time, hopefully, these hardworking fanfiction authors realize that it’s okay to be somewhere in the middle and their characters adjust to respond to that.  As people grow and learn, characters grow and learn.  Turns out your Elven Mage is more interesting if he isn’t also the best swordsman in the kingdom.  Not everyone needs to be hopelessly in love with your Queen for her to be a great ruler.  There are all kinds of ways for people to start owning who they are, and embracing the things that make them so beautifully weird and complicated.

Personally, though, I think it’s a lot more fun learning how to trust yourself and others if you all happen to be riding dragons.