Anonymous asked: I have a question. Where do you think Erica was for The Difficult Kind 'verse? It's hinted that she left but I'm dying to know where and for how long and why and what she was doing there and if she was happy
This is a funny question to be answering, at this juncture. I started writing TDK right around when we first heard that Gage was likely leaving, and leaving her out was mostly just about my frustration with the unpredictability of canon, plus the fact that TW can be a kind of an unwieldy ensemble cast. I made a conscious decision to exclude not just Erica but also Allison and Lydia, to a large extent, from the story; I liked the idea of exploring what it might mean if the pack ended up being just boys. I think it’s interesting what happens, when boys hang out together. If I was writing that story now, I would obviously be making different choices, because fuck the way they’ve been killing off women, just actually fuck that whole thing.
Anyway! That’s a prologue to the admission that I didn’t think too hard about what Erica was up to at that point; only that she was healthy and fine and far away. When Teen Wolf actually did kill her off I wrote a fic in which she’d never actually died, and lived in a cute little house in Echo Park with Boyd and Derek while they healed and grew and started over. That’s where I keep her, personally, and what I would want for her instead of what she got.
Attention all followers!
Consider this a straight-up plea for help to signal boost the bejeezus out of a program I am launching at my library here in Toronto, geared at all young fanfiction writers who want to meet up with other teens IRL to discuss and critique each others’ writing and generally spend some time hanging out being awesome.
The Teen Fanfiction Writers’ Coalition is coming to Toronto Public Library.
This project is really close to my heart, and it’s also a complete first for my library system—maybe a first for any library system, who knows? All I know for sure is there are literally tens of thousands of teens out there who write and share their fiction online, and as a teen librarian I want to give them a safe space to come and meet likeminded youth out in their own city.
Held at Cedarbrae Library in Scarborough, meetings will take place on the last Friday of every month, beginning April 25th, from 4:30-6:00 pm. We might add sessions depending on what demand is like. All fanfiction writers ages 12 to 18 are invited. I don’t care if you’re a seasoned fanfic writer or just starting out; just come. We also encourage any original writing you’d like to share. Most importantly, all ships and fandoms are welcome. This is a 100% safe space for anything you happen to support and like writing about. Tell your friends. Get your friends to tell their friends. I want to see a complete fanfiction takeover up in this joint.
Anyone who has more questions can feel free to leave me an ask. More information is also available through the Toronto Public Library website here, or you can click the hi-res version of the above flyer for more details.
To everyone else: please, please, reblog the crap out of this. There’s a good chance some of your followers are teens living in Toronto or the surrounding area, and if this can provide a creative outlet for even a few of them, I will consider it a job well done.
so excited about the idea of this / sad I am neither a teen nor a Canadian so I can’t join
starting tomorrow I’ll be off the internet, mostly, for a little while, but I’ve been kicking around a version of a closeted frat boy AU for obvious reasons, so here is a sketch of a thing for your brains in the mean time:
Derek was a dweeb in high school, and he expects to be a dweeb in college; he can barely believe his luck when Kate Argent plucks him out of freshman orientation and sneaks him into the pre-semester senior parties, teaches him to chug vodka and takes his virginity in the same night. She’s a little bossy, sure, but he’s happy to trail in her wake, meet her friends, pledge the frat she instructs him to join. Her grandfather, Gerard, founded the local chapter, or something— anyway, she says he’ll get in.
And he does, right before she massively dumps him, graduates, and writes a tell-all memoir about the year she spent having an affair with one of her professors, and covering it up by fucking an innocent, inexperienced freshman. To make matters worse Peter is Derek’s uncle, and he’s entirely unremorseful about the whole sordid episode.
Anyway! Derek’s sophomore year starts off in misery. Everyone in the frat is pissed that he’s fucked up their reputation, and he never had that many friends to begin with, and Scott McCall is president this year, and Scott fucking hates him.
Or so he thinks. Scott actually makes an effort, in the first few weeks, comes up and talks to him, tries to draw him out, which is really nice— it turns out that Scott hated Kate and her interference with Alpha Beta or whatever, not Derek his actual self. And Derek is thrilled. He really wants to be Scott’s friend.
Except the thing is that Scott’s best friend, Stiles of Legend, was abroad all of last year, dealing with a nasty breakup of his own, some chick named Dani who Derek’s never met. And now Stiles is back, and he’s fucking stunning, and Derek’s decision to keep his theoretical bisexuality under wraps— first because he was dating Kate, and then because he was never dating again— it starting to look like it might bite him in the butt sooner rather than later.
So Derek spends the first few frat events of the year in agony, trying to let Scott know that he appreciates the gestures and he does want to be part of AB and frat life, campus life, even, while not embarrassing himself in front of Stiles, which proves surprisingly difficult. Stiles isn’t as nice as Scott, but he’s funnier, and sharper, and he likes to mix weird drinks and give them weird names and strong arm everyone into drinking at least a little. Derek watches him dancing at the mixers, easy, laughing, comfortable in his own skin, and wonders how any of the girls he’s dancing with can fucking bear it.
They’re at a Halloween party when Stiles appears out of the crowd, wild-eyed, and clutches Derek’s arm too tightly. “Hey,” he says. “Hey, fuck, listen, I need you to dance with me, I need you to distract me from making a really bad decision, please,” and Derek can do that, he can be Stiles’ distraction, a little blip of nothing in his night. It’s crowded enough that they’re close together anyway, but Stiles loops an arm around his shoulders and draws him in closer, close enough that their hips and legs slot together, that it isn’t so much dancing as— something slower, and dirtier, and Derek has to close his eyes against the feel of it.
"Sorry if this is awkward," Stiles mumbles against his neck.
“‘S fine,” Derek says. His brain is clicking everything slowly into place: Dani, it must be Dani that Stiles is so desperate to avoid. “Where is she?” he asks. Stiles gives him a puzzled look. “Dani,” Derek clarifies.
"On the stairs," Stiles says. "In the red shirt."
There’s only one person on the stairs wearing anything that might reasonably be described as a red shirt. Dani is totally a dude. Danny. Is. A. Dude.
And that just adds a whole new layer of miserable to the whole thing, because now Stiles is, like, theoretically attainable, Stiles could, he might, and it gives Derek a really problematic license to misinterpret what are obviously friendly gestures, the way Stiles stops by his room the next morning with two coffees and two bacon egg and cheese sandwiches for their hangovers, as like, a friendly thank you gesture, obviously, that’s all it is— and when he says he did super well in the First Order Logic class Derek’s struggling in, he’s got his notes, he’d be happy to tutor him— and the way their tutoring sessions fade into pregame sessions, Derek sitting on Stiles’ bed while he tries on shirts, definitely not staring, that would make it weird, so— yeah. Just bros hanging out, being friendly, hot senior, sad sophomore, that’s a thing, right?
He can’t make a move on his frat president’s best friend. He can’t fuck up, like, the one good thing that’s happened to him since he started at this stupid school.
[blah blah interlude, lots of pining, eventually Scott convinces them both to come on spring break and they go to Puerto Vallarta and end up sharing a room deep in the mansion of some wealthy-as-fuck alum, a room with only one bed, and what with one thing and another— sand, sun, an endless supply of booze and good weed and the freckles that start peppering Stiles’ shoulders and the bridge of his nose— anyway, they totally end up fucking in the bed, Derek dragging his dick back and forth against the sticky skin of Stiles’ hip, kissing lime and Corona out of his mouth, and the sated, heavy corners of his eyes after. “Fuck that was good,” Stiles mumbles, self-satisfied, when they’re done. “Let’s take a shower, let’s do it again.”]
wanna be adored (2168 words) by verity
Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV)
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Derek Hale/Lydia Martin/Stiles Stilinski
Characters: Lydia Martin, Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale
Additional Tags: Los Angeles, Future Fic, Threesome - F/M/M, Polyamory, Glitter, Banshee Lydia Martin, Sirens, Hipster Derek
It took Lydia a moment—she was still caught up in Euclidean spaces and paradoxical decomposition, tongue sweet with bourbon—before she caught Derek’s meaning, registered the rabbit flutter of Stiles’s heart beneath her open palm where she’d pressed it against his chest. Stiles squeezed his eyes shut, like he couldn’t bear to look at her, already steeled for the inevitability of her rejection. Lydia glanced at Derek, eyes glittering beneath lowered lashes. “Are you sure?” she said.
Verity does Francesca Lia Block!
NO. NO ABSOLUTELY NOT >:(
this is probably a good time to tell you about the time I was writing something non-fandom in a coffee shop and I’d been at it for a good while, so I was like, whatever, I can take a break and read some fic, who’s gonna know, who’s gonna care. I’d been doing this for like, maybe 10 minutes when I got paranoid and was like, can you even read the laptop screen of the person next to you at this communal table? Yep, turns out you could, I discovered, as I watched the woman next to me typing out Dylan O’Brien’s schedule for ComicCon.
are you serious right now though
I HONESTLY WISH I WAS KIDDING
HIS HAIR WAS LONG AND KINDA SWEATY AND HE WAS WEARING A TANK TOP
you guys he has like, arms
sorry, hatteress, sorry, everyone, but today Keahu Kahuanui was walking out of yoga as I was walking into class and so I smiled it him like go right head and he smiled BACK AT ME like nah, it’s fine and then I gently laid myself down into an eternal savasana because there is nothing left for me here on the mortal plane
Is this a good time to talk about how much I love Allison Argent? You guys, I love Allison Argent. She is a complete and total badass on the obvious level of like, backflipping out her bedroom window and shooting things with a crossbow and stuff, but also she doesn’t take shit from anyone. When she feels weak she finds a way to make herself feel stronger; when she believes that the people she loves are being threatened, her immediate response is to head out to face that threat head-on.
It’s not the best decision in the world, because it turns out she’s been misinformed, and that she’s trusting the wrong people. But unlike everyone else on this stupid show, she’s at least trusting someone: she has clear loyalties, and she backs that shit up with direct action. I refuse to read Allison’s love and trust as weakness or stupidity or anything other than what it is: her admirable character traits being twisted by other people, her best parts being used against her in a really fucked up way.
I have come around on the subject of Lydia, mostly, but I still have a lot of conflicted feelings about the way she’s portrayed in canon (as a genius girl who pretends to be dumb so that she can be popular) and in fanon (as the strongest bitch who ever lived, so strong that nothing can hurt her ever for any reason). Lydia is in some ways so obvious: she’s smart and sassy and too cool, and when bad things happen, they’re never her fault. Lydia’s character arc is disappointing because she never gets to learn anything: she’s always teaching other people lessons.
But Allison! Y’all, Allison has a lot to learn. There are her family secrets, just on a literal level, but also about trust and forgiveness and love and stuff. Finding out that Derek bit her mom while saving Scott’s life— that’s a fucking complicated thing to know about the world, that one person you loved tried to kill another person, that your mother died because of her own internalized prejudice and hatred, that most of the people you’ve loved your whole life were the villains, when all is said and done.
It’s so easy to love Lydia, whose character is tough and whose role in the show is as unwitting victim. She’s uncomplicatedly feminine in her presentation and for all of her mental toughness she knows nothing about the reality of her world, and she has to be rescued over and over again. Allison fights valiantly to save herself: she’s tough and flawed and unusual for those reasons. I love that she’s not entirely sympathetic. I think that’s the best thing about her, honestly.
Also that time she steals condoms to distract her dad and Kate from Scott? ALLISON ARGENT, QUEEN OF MY HEART.
[not that I’ve been around particularly much recently but I’ll be on internet hiatus all weekend— tag me in anything that needs seeing, please and thank you!]
#i need five minutes alone with the person who wielded the razor #crime against humanity #that’s what that is
(tags via dizzzylu)
WAIT BUT HOW HAS NO ONE WRITTEN THE AU IN WHICH STILES IS THE LOWLY ASSISTANT ASSIGNED TO SHAVE DEREK HALE’S HAPPY TRAIL BEFORE A PHOTO SHOOT
HOLDING THE RAZOR BTWN TREMBLING FINGERTIPS
HOT PALM ON THE SHARP CUT OF HIS DEREK’S HIPBONE
BREATH GHOSTING ON HIS SKIN
DEREK LOOKING DOWN AT THE TOP OF HIS DARK HEAD AND BITING DOWN HARD ON HIS LIP
BOTH OF THEM THINKING “KEEP IT PROFESSIONAL” SO HARD EVERYONE ELSE IN THE ROOM CAN HEAR IT BUT THEM