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Chapters: 83/87 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Derek Hale/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Derek Hale, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Allison Argent, Stiles Stilinski, Lydia Martin, Sheriff Stilinski, Peter Hale, Isaac Lahey, Kate Argent, Melissa McCall, Original Female Character(s), Original Female Character(s) of Color, Rafael McCall Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Mystery, Stalking, Canon-Typical Violence, Bi-Curiosity, Werewolf Mates, True Mates, Bisexual Female Character, Slow Build, References to Depression, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Drama & Romance, Implied/Referenced Torture, Latino Character Summary:

Joe is building her degree on the premise that werewolves, witches, ghosts - all those things that go bump in the night – aren’t real. She can cite numerous sources on how all folklore stems from a human need to explain the unexplainable. When she chooses the animal attacks happening in her own hometown as a case study, she gets sucked down the rabbit hole of what is actually going on in Beacon Hills. Her cousin thinks he’s a werewolf, this other guy claims to be her mate, and she is just trying to make her next deadline without dying in the process.

#fanfic #fanficrec #highly reccomend #not finished #teen wolf #derekhale #original character #ao3fic

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magicallydelicious808 · 3 years

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A lot of ‘humans are weird’ posts play with the idea that humans are one of the few species that actually evolved as a predator and, as such, we are unusually strong and fast— but what if we’re not.

What if we’re tiny?

What if, to the majority of species in the galaxy, ten feet tall is unusually short— it basically only happens due to rare genetic conditions— and the average human is basically cat sized or smaller?

Instead of being terrified by our strength, the aliens’ most pressing concern is how exactly they’re going to communicate with us when we’re all the way down on the ground.

There are experiments, with aliens crouching low or humans standing on high platforms— but it usually ends up being either uncomfortable for the alien or dangerous for the human, or both, and just generally impractical for everyone.

But, while the diplomats and politicians are trying to figure out a dignified and simple solution, the ordinary people who actually have to work with the aliens have found one. Humans are, generally, pretty good climbers, and most species have conveniently places scales, feathers, fur or clothing that can act as a hand or foothold. Sure, some humans have a fear of heights, but those aren’t typically the ones going into space. Besides, climbing on a living alien often feels safer than climbing up a rock or something— at least you know you’ve got somebody to catch you.

Soon it becomes accepted that that’s the way humans travel with aliens— up high, easy to see and hard to tread on (there were quite a few… near misses, in the first few meetings between humans and aliens), balanced on somebody’s shoulder like the overgrown monkeys that we are.

Many humans see this as kind of an insult and absolutely refuse to go along with it, but they aren’t the ones who end up spending a lot of time with aliens— it’s just too inconvenient to talk to somebody all the way down on the ground. The ones that do best are the ones who just treat it like it’s normal, allowing themselves to be carried (at least, it’s 'carrying’ when the aliens are within earshot. Among themselves, most humans jokingly refer to it as 'riding’), and passing on tips to their friends about the best ways to ride on different species without damaging feathers, or stepping on sensitive spots (or, in at least one case, ending up with a foot full of poisonous spines…).

The reason they don’t feel patronised by this is that they know, and they know that nearly everyone else in the galaxy knows, that humans are not just pets.

After all, you’d be surprised when a small size comes in handy.

Need somebody to look at the wiring in a small and fairly inaccessible area of the ship? Ask a human.

Need somebody to fix this fairly small and very detailed piece of machinery? Ask a human, they’re so small that their eyes naturally pick up smaller details.

Trapped under rubble and need somebody to crawl through a small gap and get help? Ask a human— most can wriggle through any gap that they can fit their head and shoulders through.

If you’re a friend, humans can be very useful. If, on the other hand, you’re an enemy…

Rumours spread all around the galaxy, of ships that threatened humans or human allies and started experiencing technical problems. Lights going off, wires being cut— in some cases, the cases where the threats were more than just words and humans or friends of humans were killed, life support lines have been severed, or airlocks have mysteriously malfunctioned and whole crews have been sucked out into space.

If the subject comes up, most humans will blame it on “gremlins” and exchange grim smiles when they’re other species friends aren’t looking.

By this point, most ships have a crew of humans, whether they like it or not. Lots of humans, young ones generally, the ones who want to see a bit of the universe but don’t have the money or connections to make it happen any other way, like to stowaway on ships. They’ll hang around the space ports, wait for a ship’s door to open and dart on in. The average human can have quite a nice time scurrying around in the walls of an alien ship, so long as they’re careful not to dislodge anything important.

Normally nobody notices them, and the ones that do tend not to say anything— it’s generally recognised that having humans on your ship is good luck.

If there are humans on your ship, they say, then anything you lose will be found within a matter of days, sometimes even in your quarters; any minor task you leave out— some dishes that need to be cleaned, a report that needs to be spellchecked, some calculations that need to be done— will be quickly and quietly completed during the night; any small children on the ship, who are still young enough to start to cry in the night, will be soothed almost before their parents even wake, sometimes even by words in their own tongue, spoken clumsily through human vocal chords. If any of the human are engineers (and a lot of them are, and still more of them aren’t, but have picked up quite a few tricks on their travels from humans who are) then minor malfunctions will be fixed before you even notice them, and your ship is significantly less likely to experience any major problems.

The humans are eager to earn their keep, especially when the more grateful aliens start leaving out dishes of human-safe foods for them.

This, again, is considered good luck— especially since the aliens who aren’t kind to the humans often end up losing things, or waking up to find that their fur has been cut, or the report they spent hours on yesterday has mysteriously been deleted.

To human crew members, who work on alien ships out in the open, and have their names on the crew manifest and everything, these small groups of humans are colloquially referred to as 'ship’s rats’. There’s a sort of uneasy relationship between the two groups. On the one hand, the crew members regard the ship’s rats as spongers and potential nuisances— on the other hand, most human crew members started out as ship’s rats themselves, and now benefit from the respect (and more than a little awe) that the ship’s rats have made most aliens feel for humans. The general arrangement is that ship’s rats try to avoid ships with human crew members and, when they can’t, then they make sure to stay out of the crew members’ way, and the crew members who do see one make sure not to mention them to any alien crew members.

The aliens who know, on the other hand, have gotten into the habit of not calling them by name— mainly because they’re shaky as the legality of this arrangement, and don’t want to admit that anything’s going on. Instead they talk about “the little people” or “the ones in the walls” or, more vaguely, “Them”.

Their human friends— balancing on their shoulders, occasionally scurrying down and arm so as to get to a table, or jumping from one person’s shoulder to another, in order to better follow the conversation— laugh quietly to themselves when they hear this.

Back before the first first contact, lot of people on Earth thought that humans would become space orcs. Little did they know, they’d actually end up as space fae.

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magicallydelicious808 · 4 years

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Epic picture of wave crashing into the statue of Neptune in Gran Canaria. From here

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magicallydelicious808 · 4 years

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Regardless, I Stay

I arrived at the ocean’s cliffside

and found the waters frothing—wild and black.

A drop to a ravine of jagged rocks that glint in the sunlight like the jaws of a smiling wolf

lay just before my bare feet.

Depression is

anger.

I want to fill my mouth with brightly colored flame; singe and screaming.

You have my heart

because you ate it.

I stand there and stare at the wine-dark deep. Even without

God’s carving breath down my neck,

oasis of sweat dripping down my forehead,

I stay facing.

I have made my choice.

There are parts of me...speared open, tender to the touch.

And making those parts beautiful wasn’t enough

to fill the void, to feel joy,

to say I had a foot down on all of the bullshit—

but rather that I must have a hand in it.

I am awake by fire, not light.

Spare me your prayers! I keep faith with Death:

Tomorrow.

I am not unlike

the winter rose’s precocious frosty bloom,

bright as blood against an ashen sky.

Hopeful and defiant.

Dulcet and quiet.

I must continue to live in order to kill you back.

Choice is the magic. Now, relinquish the slip-cover silky madness. Go inward, and swallow.

And when tomorrow comes? That one-word whisper. Then repeat.

KTB

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magicallydelicious808 · 4 years

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“You deserve someone who loves you with every single beat of [their] heart, someone who thinks about you constantly, someone who spends every minute of every day just wondering what you’re doing, where you are, who you’re with, and if you’re OK. You need someone who can help you reach your dreams and protect you from your fears. You need someone who will treat you with respect, love every part of you, especially your flaws. You should be with someone who could make you happy, really happy, dancing on air happy.”

— Cecelia Ahern, Love, Rosie

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magicallydelicious808 · 4 years

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Emotionless

The sky cries

It doesn’t hold its feeling

It doesn’t hide its tears

Nor does it hold its smile.

So if even the sky shows its emotions,

Why do you hold yours?

Why do you fight your nature?

Why do you let fear hold your heart?

Fear of they thinking you’re weak,

If they feel it too

Because when the heavens smiles too much

Nature starts dying

Its sunny smile burn the plants.

Shouldn’t this be a lesson?

To the people who hide their thoughts

Until their body is ill

And their minds start dying to feel alive.

Shouldn’t we crie with the skies?

Shouldn’t we smile with the sun?

Shouldn’t we let our feelings give us life?

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magicallydelicious808 · 4 years

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You see, I was born into a fire. A fire that burns so warm and spreads wildly. It spreads constantly so I’ve grown accustom to the burn. That doesn’t mean my burns don’t profusely hurt. I’ve grown too familiar to the pain that I forgot I’m on fire. Life on Earth has felt more like Hell.

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magicallydelicious808 · 4 years

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I will remember you. If you are afraid of dying alone of living without purpose of staying of leaving without anyone to recall your name, rest easy, rest easy, rest easy. I will remember you.

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magicallydelicious808 · 4 years

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magicallydelicious808 · 4 years

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“and four years later you’re dancing around your kitchen with a pint of milk in your hand. the windows are open wide, the neighbors are still awake, and they are watching you. they are watching you fall in love with being alive.”

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magicallydelicious808 · 6 years

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Imagine being able to detach your titties before bed.. so you could actually sleep on your stomach. Lol

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magicallydelicious808 · 6 years

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ever noticed that girls never complain about being in the friendzone????? its because they understand what it means when someone says no

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magicallydelicious808 · 6 years

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once in the fifth grade this kid called me a homo and i thought it meant homeless and i was so confused i said ‘jeremy you’ve been to my house’