can you write a harry potter au? where stiles is a this cocky slytherin and derek is the grumpy hufflepuff who's crushing hard on him? I have a mighty need pleasee
Derek looks over the edge of the piece of parchment where he’s currently decoding a complicated bit of homework for Ancient Runes, and scowls. Stiles is in the Hufflepuff common room again, and there’s no way Derek can concentrate right now in what’s supposed to be a place of respite from unfairly attractive and cocky Slytherin fifth-years. Derek knows he’s Scott McCall’s best friend and the two are practically attached at the hip despite the House difference, but any minute now he’s going to start some sort of loud ruckus, or even if he doesn’t do anything, doesn’t say anything Derek is going to be distracted anyways, just looking at him.
A few of the other Hufflepuffs are already greeting Stiles warmly, who has been a regular fixture in their common room since his first year. From Derek’s corner on the best squashy armchair, he can hear a someone say, “Wow, Stiles! You smell great!”
"Just a new cologne I’m trying out," Stiles says with a jaunty grin.
Derek narrows his eyes at the number of students surrounding Stiles right now with dazed, happy expressions, sniffing dreamily. What in the world is going on?
Stiles strolls casually up to Derek who then accidentally spills his inkwell. Cursing, he rights it up just as Stiles tries to pick it up as well, and their fingers brush.
Derek snatches his fingers back from the warm contact, schooling his features into an angry expression, fighting the blush that threatens to creep up his cheeks. He’s a seventh year, he’s got NEWTS to study for, he doesn’t have time to crush on infuriating guys like—
"Sooo," Stiles says, after flicking his wand and cleaning up the spilled ink with a neat Evanesco! "What do you think?"
Derek raises an eyebrow. “What do I think what?" he asks, not wanting to comment on how good Stiles looks, green and silver tie loosened, shirt unbuttoned to the collarbone.
"My cologne! What does it smell like?" Stiles asks.
What a weird question. Derek takes an indulging sniff anyways. He doesn’t get anything other than the normal Stiles scent (not that Derek is an expert or anything, he’s just a werewolf with keen observation and memory skills) of fresh parchment paper and roasted potatoes. It’s a nice smell, but Derek seriously doesn’t know what everyone else was reacting to because Stiles just smells like Stiles.
Shout out to all the skinny bitches who take issue with songs like Anaconda and All About That Bass because they aren’t included in the body-loving anthem
Sorry, guess you’ll just have to listen to literally any other song, or go see a movie, or hell just look in any magazine to be reminded that…
You know, this doesn’t help either. Its like this constant war between the sizes. But guess what, I have been made fun of all my life too….Yes I am only 92lbs and a double 0 is still too big on me, but you know what, that isn’t a blessing. But when I complain about being unhealthy or not able to find clothes that fit, people tell me just to eat a cheeseburger. News flash, that doesn’t work for everyone. I get full too fast so no matter what I eat, I only have a child size portion. Some might take this mini rant as me bragging that I can eat whatever and stay small but I can assure you I am not bragging in the slightest. I would for once like to stand up and not fear I am going to get light headed and fall over. But oh wait, I’m a “skinny bitch” so I should just shut up right?
Those songs weren’t for us, though. And we have to understand that while we do face certain obstacles for being smaller, we also make up an overwhelming majority in media, and looks associated with being skinny are put on a high pedestal. We have to understand that when these songs say things like “Fuck skinny bitches”, the underlying message is “Fuck a society that tells us we’re not the ideal body type. Fuck people who call skinny ‘beautiful’ and fat ‘ugly’. Fuck people who stare and feel disgusted by us. Fuck your standards, because we make our own and we ARE beautiful.” Going a bit deeper with Anaconda, Nicki’s song is specifically for black women, as it deals with how curvy black women’s bodies are fetishized and over sexualized by taking a song that did just that and flipping it on its head. Here, it’s also saying “fuck you” to white/Western beauty ideals.
Again, it’s not about us. Fat women have been the butt of jokes, de-sexualized (or over-sexualized), and overall thrown under the bus when it comes to beauty standards and how people view/treat them, and this is their chance to reclaim themselves and vent frustrations. We need to put our feelings aside and give them the space to say these things, and the support they deserve, without complaining.
It’s 2089. all cops have been replaced by genetically modified dogs that let children pet them, help old ladies cross the street, chase down criminals, never eat donuts, bark at cat-callers, analyze dna, easily track down murders, pee on white collar criminals, and tear the faces off of rapists. utopia has been reached.
How was this accomplished you ask? Well its simple Dogs are colorblind