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I watched @patricia-taxxon's "on the ethics of boinking animal people" today!
#i love that the only remaining part of the original meme is the fact that i think the text is from the communist manifesto#patricia taxxon#posts from the snowbound cabin#dog time
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Nintendo: You stupid.
Splatoon Community: No we not!
Nintendo: What's 21 divided by 7?
Splatoon Community: Two!
Nintendo: You stupid.
#side order was (almost?) exactly 3 weeks away when y'all started saying it's two weeks#i can't tell how many of you are doing this ironically but i'm pretty sure some of you are just bad at math#splatoon#splatoon 3#side order#posts from the snowbound cabin
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I have a set of binds for Titanfall 2.
It's a bunch of lines for boarding my titan and triggering the self-destruct sequence, since you're locked into animations for a second or two and have nothing better to do but reach over and tap a bind. I thought it might be annoying, but the majority of responses are "haha thats funny" or "damn thats cool," both of which are the intended result. There are a few people who tell me to shut up, but that happens binds or no binds, so... Meh!
i think one of my favorite responses so far has been "cabin got the protagonist lines, damn" (my IGN is SnowboundCabin.)
I've also had a few people ask how I do it, since it's not just a single bind, but rather a list - 127 detonation lines, 202 boarding lines. So, I'm going to release the AHK script I use for it. (Comes with enclosed instruction book!*) This one's a blank template, but I'm also going to post a few of my favorite lines.
TONE :: PILOT BOARDING ::
PLEASE KEEP YOUR ARMS AND LEGS INSIDE THE ME AT ALL TIMES.
MY BODY IS A TEMPLE TO A GOD OF DEATH.
I CAN'T BELIEVE I PUT DOWN MY BOOK TO BE HERE.
THIS TITANFALL SPONSORED BY PIZZA. (courtesy of @inucaseclosedfan)
I WON'T 'ROCKET JUMP,' STOP ASKING.
I'D CALL SHOTGUN IF I WASN'T THE CAR.
DEPLOYING FUZZY DICE.
CALL ME BOB ROSS THE WAY I PAINT TARGETS.
I AM HUNGRY FEED ME BATTERIES.
DON'T GET DORITO DUST ON MY CONTROLS.
THEY ASKED FOR NO PICKLES!
I THINK I'M IN THE WRONG TF2.
TONE :: DETONATION IMMINENT ::
DON'T FORGET TO LIKE AND SUBSCRIBE!
YOU'RE NOT INVITED TO MY BIRTHDAY PARTY!
WAIT I CHANGED MY MIND HOW DO I-
CAN I GET A BETTER PILOT NEXT TIME?
WAS I A GOOD TITAN?
WATCH THIS COOL TRICK RONIN TAUGHT ME!
LEAKING ENEMY BROWSER HISTORY
DEATH BEFORE DISHONOR!
NICE KILL. ONE SMALL PROBLEM. I HAVE NUCLEAR EJECT.
And my all-time favorite:
TONE :: DETONATION IMMINENT :: POST MY SPECS TO THE WAR THUNDER FORUMS.
#titanfall 2#titanfall#i notice a lot of my favorite lines are when tone talks about herself or me#I could probably throw the full set onto pastebin separately if someone asked me to#are you going to honor tones dying wish or are you a coward? upload the specs pilot#posts from the snowbound cabin#i add lines whenever i think of good ones or am bored#*enclosed instruction book just means multiline comments
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The Westminster Quarters are great for my ADHD.
If you know me, you probably know I have really bad ADHD/autism. I'm not very aware of my body's needs, I'm not very aware of time, I'm not very good at making sure "I'll do this SOON" isn't "I'll do this in 3 hours."
The Westminster Quarters are a set of chimes that play every 15 minutes. If you've been around a functional grandfather clock for an hour, you've probably heard at least the fourth-quarter chime. Big Ben plays all of them, and, as of yesterday, so does my computer.
The Actually Important Part
The Westminster Quarters are an external stimulus that happens reliably, which is super useful for me, because it makes me ask two important questions:
Does my body need anything?
Am I supposed to be doing something else? (So "I'll do it soon" becomes the more concrete and reliable "I'll do it next quarter.")
A lot of my issues with other coping mechanisms are that I have to engage with them, and so once I start forgetting them, they just... Stop working. This is a reminder to engage with other coping mechanisms; my ADHD brain can't answer those exact questions reliably without a bit of extra work. I'll make another post with those in a bit.
If anyone wants the python script I used to do it, let me know. It supports any sounds at whatever 4-digit time you want - I just set mine up with sounds I was familiar with.
#westminster quarters#big ben#grandfather clock#adhd#adhd psa#coping mechanism#psa#posts from the snowbound cabin
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Dog time is imminent.
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'Tis my birthday, of sorts. Not the body's, but mine. Two years ago today I realized I was a separate entity from @sunset-moth.
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I've never seen a pro choicer say that a human doesn't begin at conception. I've seen them say that life exists before conception and that no living person or dead person has the right to use the body of another without consent. Also you can't really claim there's no scientific basis when the WHO, the American medical assocition journal of ethics, and most medical science orgs agree that abortion is healthcare. like..what do you even mean "there's no basis for abortion." basis for what?
Longer reply to follow, but I need better editing tools than askbox allows. Short version is, you either didn’t read what I wrote, didn’t understand it, or intentionally didn’t reply to what I said.
Among other examples of abortion stans denying science, there’s this lovely thread where an abortion fan tries to claim that single cells from a multi-cellular organism is the same thing as an unborn human in blastocyst or zygote stage, therefore the unborn child is not really a full human being and therefore may be licitly killed.
This kind of nonsense happens all the time. In fact, you are doing it in your ask.
“life exists before conception“
I didn’t say “life.” I said, and I’m gonna quote from the post you’re objecting to, “an individual human life.” The thing under discussion isn’t “anything that happens to be alive.” It is an individual, specific, particular, discrete human organism. Which an unborn human is at literally any point post-conception. Yes, that includes before implantation. No, this isn’t opinion, it is fact. Any credible biologist will say this is fact. This is twice now I have given the source, by the way. Read the damn link, it’s not hard.
Nor does it matter that sperm cells are living cells. They’re not discrete human organisms. They are not lifeforms. Know how we know? Because despite being motile human reproductive cells, sperms can’t reproduce on their own. There is no “sperm species.” An X sperm and a Y sperm can’t get together and have little baby sperms to grow up strong and wiggly. Sperm cells do not metabolize, change over time, or reproduce after their own kind. Sperms are not lifeforms, they’re just a cell produced by one. Nor are ova. It is only when the two reproductive cells are combined (which is the process called “conception”) that a new lifeform can be produced by them. In the case of a human sperm and ovum, a human lifeform. Which, even in the very early points of their life, is a complete, individual, specific, particular, discrete human organism.
“no living person or dead person has the right to use the body of another without consent“
This doesn’t, and never has washed with small children. If a neonate and an adult woman capable of nursing are snowbound in a cabin for two weeks, the woman can feed the child, but refuses to? Guess what? She’s going to jail for neglect. It is the responsibility of adults to see to the care of young children, at least long enough to hand that responsibility off to a more permanent caregiver. That responsibility is more imperative, not less, the younger the child in question is. Nor does abortion qualify as an act of self-defense, since an unborn child is not and can not be an aggressor.
This is a very, very unconvincing argument. Always has been. And I’m 100% pro-self-defense. Simply put, if you’re gonna tell me I can fight back against someone, they need to be fighting me to start with and no unborn human can ever qualify as doing that.
Nor can you say, “Well it’s different when it’s a born child because they’re [ANY VARIANT PHRASE OF “AN ACTUAL PERSON” HERE]!” Because, as previously established, the unborn human being is a human being and is alive. This is not a subject on which the science is in debate. And if you come in with, “Well they’re not really a person until they have [SENTIENCE/A BRAIN STEM/NERVOUS SYSTEM ACTIVITY/REFLEXES/A SOCCER TROPHY]!” Then... Well, I just quote what I said before. “Those who don’t ignore it or are confronted with it, immediately start moving the goalposts.” Because that’s what you’ll be doing. An unborn human being is a complete, individual, specific, particular, discrete human being. To acknowledge this fact, yet support abortion anyway is to voice your support for murder. Period.
There is no scientific basis for supporting abortion.
There are emotional ones. “I don’t feel like a human that young is really a human!” is a 100% denial of science. But it can net people on emotional grounds. It is an appeal to feelings, not to facts. And while feelings do have their place and are not meaningless, they are not a sufficient basis on which to end the life of a human being. Which is the undisputed scientific reality of what abortion does.
Period.
#politics#abortion apologist anti-science#i've had it with these crappy arguments#had it up to here#just nope#prolife
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Books From the Backlog #29 and Can You Read a Series in a Month Sign-Up Post
Books from the Backlog is a fun way to feature some of those neglected books sitting on your bookshelf. If you are anything like me, you might be surprised by some of the unread books hiding in your stacks.
If you would like to join in, please feel free to enter your link and link back to this post, then spend some time visiting some of the other posts.
This week’s neglected book
Ghosts and Kisses: A Banshee Creek Collection by Ani Gonzalez
Paranormal Romance
Blurb:
Three deliciously spooky (and hilariously funny) love stories.
Must Love Ghosts
Soldier Mike Stone thinks he doesn’t stand a chance with his best friend, ghost hunter Abby Reed, but anything can happen in Banshee Creek, The Most Haunted Town in the U.S.A.—even love.
Ghost of a Chance
Actress-turned-real-estate-agent Elizabeth Hunt is sick and tired of selling haunted houses in her hometown of Banshee Creek. She’s kicking the ghosts out of town and nothing—not even her long-time crush, Gabe Franco—will stand in her way.
A Merry Monster Holiday
Snowbound in a cabin is bad. Snowbound with your insanely attractive ex-boyfriend is even worse. Add a mysterious critter roaming outside and the kooky antics of WPRV, the Country’s Most Haunted Radio Station and it’s a spooky holiday like no other.
WHY I PICKED IT:
I think it was in 2015 or 2016 that I saw the first book in this series in a blog tour review at Lola’s Book Reviews. It looked cute and fun so when I saw this boxed set free, I had to grab it. I read book one, Must Love Ghosts, and it was exactly like I expected, but alas, I never kept reading the others.
However, all is not lost because when I saw this challenge hosted by Berls and Michelle @ Because Reading, I decided to put the Banshee Creek series up as my series challenge.
I already read Must Love Ghosts, but I can still do the series because I have three left to read: Ghost of a Chance, A Very Monster Holiday, and My Ghostly Valentine.
So, I’m doubling down and finishing up this boxed set for the challenge.
But, there’s more...
Not only does my Books from the Backlog pick work for one challenge, it’s going to help with a qualifying read for the #HoHoHoRAT hosted by @kimbacaffeinate with My Very Monster Holiday.
Cha-ching!!! Now, I’m off to conquer more worlds. And, sorry this is late. We had a bad storm and I didn’t have internet since yesterday. :(
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Mileven post-S2 fanfiction recommendation list: PART IV
This is a continuation of my ever-growing Mileven Fanfiction Rec List (see instalments I, II, and III). If your fanfic isn’t featured, apologies. Message me and we’ll amend that grievance in the next rec list instalment.
* marks the ongoing stories.
canon:
interludes by veausy: “They stood like that, dimly lit by the hallway lamp, until Hopper cleared his throat. “Mike,” she breathed.”
+ its sequel: idylls by veausy: ““You should get a Mike,” El offered. Didn’t everyone have one?”
snowbound by hannahberrie: “When El invites Mike to spend the day at the cabin, Hopper finds himself supervising a sleepover he didn’t sign up for.”
.. ._.. ___ …_ . _.__ ___ .._ (i love you) by AriaCessair: “El wants to learn about kisses, but the end result is much more than she expected.”
anything short of a miracle by youheldyourbreath: “Mike has spent the last year in abject agony over losing Eleven. And then, he gets her back.”
the 436 kiss by youheldyourbreath: “Mike and El have 435 kisses that are short, sweet and perfunctory. Kiss 436 is not that kind of embrace.”
we were just kids when by DarkBeauty_890: “Hopper arches a brow, giving Mike a once over. He sucks in another puff of his cigarette, before stubbing it out and scratching his nose, “Elle’s not here. She and Red went out to go see a movie about an hour ago.” Mike clears his throat and doesn’t break their locked gaze, “I’m actually here because I wanted to talk to you.””
the invasion* by ValBirch: “Hawkins, 1985. On the day of her first birthday in Hawkins, El starts having nosebleeds, even when she’s not using her powers. That night, Will’s nightmares return, but they’re different this time. Everything is different this time.”
winter, spring, summer, fall* by returntosaturn: “A collection of first experiences for El during her first year in Hawkins, outside of the lab.”
radio static* by Archer of Ecclesia : ““Mike,” El had scarcely noticed her seizure of the radio. Garble filled her ears. Her grip around the radio tightened as she quickly switched it off, breathing shallowly. She almost threw the device across the room when the garble continued, and worsened, more severe than ever. Or, a new creature lurks in Hawkins, Indiana, this time, closer to home than ever.”
to find you again* by MuffinLove03: “Finding her was only the beginning. In a town still vulnerable to inter-dimensional threats and sketchy government agents, it's going to take a lot to keep her safe and bring her home. But he was prepared to do whatever it took. He promised.”
the artemis institute* by Arnarkusaga: “Starting from the night the gate was closed and detailing the events that follow, including unexpected doings at the Hawkin’s Lab, and a mysterious underground resistance movement.”
kissing cousins by pathvain_aelien: “Mr. Clarke at the Snow Ball.”
+ its sequel: eleven’s story* by pathvain_aelien.
snowed in by luxuriousvoyage11: “A bad snow storm makes for an unexpected sleepover at the Byers.”
only this by Val_Creative: “Eleven and Mike and their relationship through Hopper’s eyes.”
a ghostly encounter* by PlaidDino: “The boys (and Max) go Trick-Or-Treating on Halloween, but these Ghostbusters find themselves being followed by someone in a ghost costume.”
the best night of your life by wheezy: “Her lips are parted in an almost smile and Mike sends a prayer he won’t have to wait 353 days to kiss them ever again.”
funny business by rainingcatsandkisses: ““On one condition” Hopper had said when El had asked if Mike could walk her home instead. “You come straight home. I’ll be waiting at the turn by Pinewood. And,” he’d added darkly, staring at Mike, “No funny business from you, Mr. Wheeler. I will know.””
i think we’re alone now by cali-chan (girls_are_weird): ““Listen, I’m no t supposed to leave you two alone here. Hopper will have my head if he finds out, so just… behave, okay?””
day two hundred and five by Someone_else_before: “In which Mike has a birthday, El has a daydream, and Hopper says, “Soon.””
eleven, mike, and the flu by loti_miko: “She quickly put the blindfold over her eyes, her surroundings going dark, and in an instant she was at Mike’s. He had his eyes closed; his cheeks flushed bright pink, a colour quite distinguishable even in the darkness of The Void.”
el byers and the secret crush by Someone_else_before: “Eleven moves in with the Byers’, learns to adapt to ordinary Hawkins life, and tries to figure out why Mike has been acting so oddly since their kiss in the cafeteria.” [post S1]
+ its sequel: dustin henderson and the secret crush by Someone_else_before: “Dustin is head over heels for a girl in his class, and he asks Eleven to use her powers to help him in his quest to win her over.”
stay in the dark by ceruleanstorm: “Mike’s waited 23 days to see Eleven again after she saved the damn world. But there’s a big reason El isn’t as excited to see him.”
pretty scary, pretty good by nonoma: “His girl’s going to be the scariest girl at Hawkins High.”
behind enemy lines by therealfarklenation: “He was stepping behind enemy lines, praying he wouldn’t get caught. She welcomed the risk with opened arms, praying that he wouldn’t stop.”
the first summer* by Kiddo7: “It’s the gang’s first summer all together, and Mike can’t wait to show El all that it has to offer.”
prepping for high school* by DarknessFallsLikeFeathers: “Mike is excited to be able to go see El at the cabin and help her with her studies. However, summer break is around the corner and a new challenge shows up on their doorstep.” [I, personally, am on the fence about how I feel about this fic: it’s interesting, but it also is featuring an OC quite prominently, so…*shrugs* take that as you will.]
green-eyed eleven by Brown Eyes Parker: “Eleven experiences her first bout of jealousy when a new girl moves to town.” [from a post-S2 hindsight, this is really funny. it’s funny cause it’s true.]
not knowing what it was by 27vampyresinhermind: “We were just kids when we fell in love, not knowing what it was.”
you feel it too* by Maiasaura: “Mike and Eleven were more alike than they knew. Mike had been broken for years, and Eleven broken her whole life. The events of November, 1983 only fully destroyed them both, and a year apart only further drove the wedge.” [beware: this one is super depressing. like, all the content warnings apply.]
alternative universe:
roller coaster day by SmoothFluffle: “She was beginning to doubt herself as she listened to the anxious boy in a cap list the most atrocious accidents that happened to people while being on the metal ride. Suddenly, she wondered if this roller coaster thing was such a good idea.” No Supernatural AU.
cigarettes, eggos, and the secrets between us* by salavibes: “Popular, high-school bad-boy, Mike Wheeler finds himself falling for the shy and nerdy new girl who’s hiding a deep secret. Will they ever set aside their strikingly different personalities and pursue a relationship? Also what happens when they begin to both change each other in ways they never expected?” bad-boy!Mike AU.
crossover:
may the force be with you* by serendipitous_rambles: “El has always dreamt of seeing the galaxy but simply can’t leave Tatooine. But she has powers she doesn’t even know she has. Yet plans have been discovered of a Death Star that could result in the deaths of millions. Along the way she meets a smuggler called Mike, and some trusty resistance pilots Will and Lucas, along with their engineering best friend Dustin (who just can’t get his droid Steve to shut up). An adventure in a galaxy far far away with rebellion, hope (and a disgruntled old Jedi Hopper).” Stranger Things x Star Wars AU.
the second coming* by TheDevotchka: “In 1983, the so-called ‘Loser’s Club’ defeated It, a monster who had plagued the town of Derry for millennia. In 1984, the new Librarian of the Hawkins Public Library makes a series of phone-calls after the suspicious and unpleasantly familiar disappearances of three children. Seasoned monster hunters, the Loser’s Club teams up with another group of unlikely heroes — Mike, Dustin, Lucas, and Will.” Stranger Things x It Crossover. [okay, so I lied. This one isn’t really Mileven…so far.]
+ bonus: Wherein Mileven are not quite Pure™:
sex ed by Phantasmoplast: “El hears a new word for the first time, and decides to ask Mike what it means.”
+ its smutty outtakes: sex ed chapter 5: shower and sex ed chapter 8: homework.
dessert by wynniethecat: “When El teases Mike under the dinner table, he decides he needs to teach her a lesson about proper table etiquette.”
+ you know, if you want aged-up!Mileven smut, just go check out wynniethecat’s profile. She has tons of it.
+ bonus 2: Wherein The Party is prominently featured:
you fight like a baby(sitter) by nicefacepotter: “With his reputation ruined, Steve’s main source of social interaction is a group of middle schoolers. Now that group of nerds wanted him in their D&D campaign. What did he get himself into?”
in the aftermath it is quiet (as we wait for everything to begin again) by Dontfloatthe100: ““So,” Steve says as he scrapes the last of the eggs off his plate, “you must be Eleven.” El nods as she finishes up her own. “Hmm. I thought you would be taller.””
fun with jim and jane* by clarabelle: ““Mouth breather, huh? Another new word you picked up?” “No,” El says, and she sounds almost wistful. Probably thinking about that Wheeler kid again.”
time and time again by sporadicallyceaseless: “Five times Chief Hopper gets called into the school because his kid is a goddamn menace.”
20 questions by liadan14: “A few questions Eleven asked before she turned eighteen, and one she didn’t.”
+ its sequel: just can’t face myself alone again by liadan14: “Dustin and his friends grow up in fits and starts. These are a few of them.”
don’t lock her in by SmoothFluffle: “El gets locked in inside a school closet.”
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imma gonna be making these till i’m old and grey, aren’t i?
UPDATE: part V is out.
#mileven#mileven fanfiction#mileven fanfiction recommendation list#mileven fanfiction recommendation#character: mike wheeler#character: eleven#pairing: mike x eleven#tv: stranger things#fanfiction recommendations#in this tag resides fanfiction#♔: victrix#*
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Snowbound
Summary: Derek and Stiles + a cabin in Michigan + a lot of snow = Pining
Notes: This post made me want to write a fic that had snowed in, bed sharing, and mutual pining. Though I am by no means claiming that this is a god-tier fic! (On AO3)
“What the hell?” Stiles grumbles, watching the snow fall outside the window. It’s very beautiful, but also very unwanted. “It’s April.”
“Sometimes it snows until May here,” Derek says, and Stiles scowls.
“Well, if this trip is good for anything, it’s for showing me that Michigan is an awful place,” he huffs. “So much for having fun up here. I wanted to see the Mystery Spot!”
“The Mystery Spot is pretty lame,” Derek says, sitting on the couch next to him. “It’s just a crooked building on a hill.”
“Dude, there’s a zip line,” Stiles says, because he has his priorities in order. “But now we’re gonna be stuck here, in the middle of nowhere, for who knows how long.”
Derek looks vaguely guilty for a moment. “Look, the Northeast pack offered to let us use this cabin as part of negotiations. So we had to come, or else they’d think we were being rude,” he says neutrally.
“Yeah, but it should have been Scott and Kira here. Being snowed in would be super romantic for them.” Stiles knows he’s whining, but he can’t help it. He’s gonna be stuck in a cabin with the werewolf of his dreams, and there’s no way it’s not going to get awkward.
“They still had several pack meetings left to do,” Derek says logically.
Though he wants to resent it, Stiles does appreciate how level-headed Derek has become over the years.
“Besides,” he finishes, “you did agree to go.”
“Yeah, to fulfill a lifelong dream of driving my jeep cross-country!”
And he’d actually had a lot of fun road tripping it up here with Derek, both of them taking turns behind the wheel. They’d managed to make in across the Mackinac Bridge before it had started to snow, but by the time they’d gotten to the cabin it had been coming down heavily. They’d hurriedly grabbed all their stuff and hauled it inside, and Derek had gotten a fire going in the living room fireplace.
And Stiles discovered that, while this cabin might be rustic, it at least had electricity and running water. It actually seemed pretty nice, but Stiles had chosen to sit on the couch and complain about the weather, rather than see the rest of the place.
He’s pretty sure they’re not going anywhere anytime soon, so he might as well remedy that.
“I’m gonna look around,” he says. “Check out our new digs.”
“Oh, boy,” Derek says, like he’s expecting the worst.
Stiles elects to ignore that.
He pokes through the cupboards in the kitchen first, and is relieved to see that they’re well-stocked with food. So they probably won’t starve.
Derek had told him the nearest town was only about ten miles away, but that seems way too far in this kind of weather. Though if he had to, Derek could probably make the walk, even in a blizzard.
He looks in the bathroom next, and is pleased to see that there’s a big tub. He might have to try a nice, relaxing soak later.
Just down the hall is the bedroom, and Stiles peeks inside, curious. This is evidently where Derek had put some of their luggage, because it’s arranged neatly against the wall. But he can’t help noticing that in the middle of this lovely, spacious bedroom is only one bed.
“Fuck,” he mutters.
He briefly considers sleeping on the couch, but he knows he’d be way too cold, even if he got up every few hours to add wood to the fire. And he’ll be perfectly cozy if he shares a bed with Derek, because Stiles knows for a fact that he puts out heat like a furnace. (He may have fallen asleep on Derek during a pack movie night. Maybe.)
This is what Derek’s expecting him to make a fuss over, and he refuses to do it. Even if he is freaking out on the inside.
He’s been wanting to end up in bed with Derek for ages, but not like this.
This is going to be awkward.
He goes back into the living room with a smile pasted on his face. “Guess we’re gonna be snuggle buddies,” he says brightly.
Derek shakes his head, but he looks amused. Then he goes to back to working on the crossword puzzle book he bought at the last gas station they visited.
What a dork.
Stiles digs through his bag, looks at all the books he brought, and sighs. None of them are calling to him right now. Knowing that they’re stuck here is beginning to make him feel restless and agitated.
When he says as much to Derek, he cocks his head and says, “We can’t drive anywhere, but you can still go outside. Just bundle up.”
Stiles grimaces at that, because he certainly didn’t pack any snow gear. He was expecting nice April weather. He ends up borrowing some stuff from Derek, layering a few of his shirts over his own.
When he walks back into the living room, there’s a flare of something in Derek’s eyes, just for a second, when he sees Stiles wearing his clothes.
Whoops, maybe he should have asked first.
“I see you decided to steal some of my clothes for this winter outing,” Derek says neutrally.
“The word is borrow, Derek,” Stiles says, hoping to make him smile. “I swear you’ll get everything back. Eventually.”
And if he’d happened to actually steal one of Derek’s thumbhole sweaters right out of his closet, well, he just really hopes Derek hasn’t noticed yet.
Derek makes a snort of disbelief, then goes back to his puzzle.
Stiles takes that as his cue to leave, and he shoves his hands into his gloves as he pulls the front door open. The cold is a sharp shock to his exposed face, and he blinks rapidly as the wind stings his eyes. He’s not sure this was such a great idea.
But then he imagines how smug Derek will be if he goes back inside after two seconds, and it strengthens his resolve. He walks carefully out to the middle of the yard, liking the way the snow crunches under his feet.
It’s already almost up to his knees and still coming down, so fast that he can only see a few feet in front of him. He tips up his head to watch it fall, and can’t resist sticking out his tongue to catch some of the tiny flakes.
Everything seems so quiet and still out here, and the snow smells crisp and clean. He stands there admiring it for a while, breath streaming out in front of him, before he decides to do something.
He doesn’t have much snowman building experience, so he makes a tiny one first. Then, because it’s so cute, he makes another. It turns out kind of lopsided, and its head is too big, but he likes it anyway.
Though he is tempted to wrap a scarf around its neck and call it Isaac.
He snickers to himself, picturing it, then decides he’s going to make a snowman for everyone in the pack. When he’s done, he’ll take a photo, and he can joke that they were all really here with him after all.
He works on his technique until it gets dark. He’s feeling pretty chilled anyway, so he figures it’s time to go back inside.
The heat briefly smothers him when he steps through the door, and makes him shiver a little. He hangs his jacket up by the door, and after a moment of consideration, leaves his snowy boots on the mat. The cold feels like it’s clinging to his layers, so he slips off his outer pair of pants, too.
“Did you have fun?” Derek calls from the kitchen, and Stiles goes to investigate.
“I did, yeah,” he says, and sees that Derek has soup heating on the stove.
“I’m glad,” Derek says, giving him a little smile. “And you had good timing, dinner’s almost ready.” He softly touches Stiles’ arm, and guides him to the kitchen table. “Have a seat. I’ll bring you some in a minute, it’ll warm you up for sure.”
Stiles grins, feeling warmer already.
*
He’s in his pajamas, his teeth are freshly brushed, and the floor is icy-cold even through his socks, but he still hesitates.
Derek looks up from his book, and catches him lingering in the doorway. “Well?” he says, lifting the blankets on the other side of the bed, and his eyebrows mock Stiles.
He ends up practically vaulting into the bed, wiggling under the covers as fast as he can. Derek has several quilts piled on, and Stiles figures that’s mainly for his benefit. It’s pretty cozy, and he squirms around a bit, getting himself tucked in nicely.
When he’s finally comfortable, he catches Derek eyeing him in amusement. “You good?” he asks, and Stiles can almost hear the laugh in his voice.
“Very,” he answers, feeling contented and sleepy. “I apologize in advance if I kick you,” he mumbles. Or if I accidentally touch you.
“It’ll be fine,” Derek says, and turns off the lamp.
Stiles drifts off to sleep, reminding himself to stay on his own side of the bed.
*
And when he wakes up in the middle of the night, he’s still right where he’s supposed to be. But despite being under the covers, he’s absolutely freezing. He tries to burrow in deeper as he curls into a ball, but it doesn’t help. His feet feel like ice blocks.
Fuck.
And there’s no way he’s getting out of this bed to bank the fire.
So there’s only one other option—get closer to the natural heater sharing the bed with him.
Stiles stretches out onto his side, and then slowly, carefully inches back toward Derek, hoping not to wake him. In the dark, it’s difficult to estimate how much space is really between them, so he startles a little when he actually bumps into Derek.
Well, it is warmer already. He edges away, then tries to lean into Derek’s space without actually touching him. He’s concentrating really hard, so it takes him by surprise when Derek suddenly slings an arm over Stiles and pulls him back against his chest.
“You cold?” he asks sleepily, his hand pleasantly warm against Stiles’ stomach.
“Yeah,” Stiles says, but he’s definitely feeling better now.
“Mmm. Thought so,” Derek mumbles. Then he’s moving again, fitting his legs right up behind Stiles’, his hips settling softly against Stiles’ ass.
It’s actually…really nice, being the little spoon. He feels warm and safe, surrounded by Derek like this.
He lets Derek’s heat seep through him, lets his tense muscles loosen up, and drifts back to sleep.
*
When he wakes up in the morning, they’re in pretty much the same positon, but there’s a little more space between their bodies. What had seemed like a good idea at three in the morning seems dangerous now, but the feeling of Derek’s arm curled over his side is too good for Stiles to actually move.
Though being awake while this close to Derek is making him a little too warm. His jackrabbiting heart must give him away, because Derek stirs a few moments later.
It almost feels like he nuzzles the back of Stiles neck, and his hand skates across Stiles’ ribs before he rumbles, “Good morning,” and rolls out of bed.
There’s an inrush of cold air under the blankets, and Stiles yelps and quickly cocoons himself up, ducking his head under the covers, too. There’s no way he’s getting out of this nice, warm bed. He lives here now.
There’s a long lull where he starts to doze off, then Derek says, “I got a fire going in the living room, it’s nice and toasty in there.”
Stiles doesn’t budge.
“So you can get up now,” Derek says pointedly.
“Don’t wanna,” Stiles mumbles.
“Why not?” Derek asks, clearly humoring him.
“I’m warm in here,” Stiles says from his blanket nest. “It’s cold out there.”
There’s some noise, then something lands on top of the covers. When he peeks out, he sees that it’s one of Derek’s soft, cozy sweaters.
Oh, so Derek’s volunteering his clothes now. Stiles can’t help feeling pleased.
He emerges enough to wiggle into the sweater, pulling it on over his pajama shirt. When he looks back up, Derek is watching him, one eyebrow cocked.
“Well?”
“Still not getting out of bed,” Stiles says cheerfully. “I’m too comfortable to touch that ice-cold floor.”
Derek sighs, but he starts digging in his bag again. After a moment, he grabs something out and tosses it over. It bounces gently off Stiles’ chest and lands in his lap.
“Ooh,” he says when he realizes it’s a pair of the thickest, snuggliest socks ever. “Wow, I’ve never seen these before,” he says, carefully unfolding them. They feel like a soft cloud.
“They’re from when I used to live in New York,” Derek says.
“Oh.” Stiles tries not to react. Derek never talks about New York. “They must have been great for the winters there.”
“Yeah, I loved them,” Derek says. And though he’s smiling, he looks a little bit sad. “We used to have about fifteen pairs, one in every color they made.”
Stiles isn’t really sure what to say, because he doesn’t want to upset Derek. He never wants that. Instead, he just quietly says, “Thank you.”
Derek nods. “I’m going to get breakfast started,” he says.
After a few moments, Stiles carefully, gently slides the socks on, then edges out of bed and joins Derek in the kitchen.
*
The snow is still coming down that afternoon, and Stiles decides he doesn’t want to go back out in it. Not today, anyway.
He gets bored, though, so he starts rummaging around the cabin instead. He finds a big box of craft supplies under the bed, and cackles gleefully when he opens it up.
“Hey, Derek!” he calls. “We’re allowed to use whatever we want, right?”
“Yes,” Derek says, but his tone sounds worried, like he thinks Stiles is going to get himself into trouble.
And that’s fair, really. But he’s not going to do anything that involves fire this time.
He’s pulling out partial skeins of yarn when Derek walks in. “Going to take up knitting?” he asks, smirking. “You know we’re not actually going to be here that long, right?”
“Says you,” Stiles grumbles. “It’s still snowing.” He shrugs. “Besides, I’m just working on a little project to keep myself occupied.”
“Okay,” Derek says, but he doesn’t seem convinced. “Let me know if you need any help.”
Then he goes back to the living room, probably to work on his crosswords, or maybe Sudoku. He likes all kinds of puzzles, Stiles has discovered.
After a few more minutes of sitting on the floor, Stiles decides to join him. Derek has a nice fire going in the living room, so he knows its way warmer in there.
He begins to wish he could knit as he carefully weaves and knots the yarn together. He’s only trying to make a passable miniature scarf, but it’s harder work than he thought it’d be. He catches Derek giving him amused looks from time to time, so at least his efforts are keeping them both entertained.
“Ta da!” he says delightedly when he’s done.
Derek looks over and laughs. “I don’t think that’s gonna fit you,” he says.
“It’s not supposed to,” Stiles says, laying the tiny scarf over the arm of the couch. He considers beginning work on a tiny bow and arrow for Allison’s snowman, but his stomach decides it’s time to eat instead.
He makes grilled cheese sandwiches while Derek warms up the leftover soup, and it feels nice. It’s pleasantly domestic to cook with Derek.
Stiles feels pretty lazy after that, so he opens up his laptop and sprawls on the couch with it. There’s no internet, but he still has Minesweeper and Solitaire. And it’s really easy to sneak peeks around the screen, catching glimpses of Derek’s concentration-face as he works his way through his puzzle book.
His little frown when he’s stumped is very cute.
*
Stiles pokes around in the bathroom after dinner, and is delighted to find a bottle of bubble bath. He decides he’s going to have a nice, long soak before bedtime.
He fills the tub and plays with the bubbles for a while, then settles in with as much of himself under the water as he can. He has his eyes closed, and is in a state of total relaxation, when there’s a tap on the door. He doesn’t move at all, just opens his mouth enough to say, “Come in.”
He hears the door open, and then Derek says, “I know you probably aren’t planning to get out any time soon, but I wanted to let you know that I found a chocolate pie in the freezer. I have it thawing now, so just keep that in mind.”
“Mmm,” Stiles says, smiling. “Well played. I’ll be out soon.”
It’s only after Derek leaves, and he manages to drag open his eyes, that he realizes the bubbles have almost completely disappeared. So Derek probably saw more than he was expecting when he opened the door. Oops.
*
Stiles does manage to get out of the tub eventually. It’s mostly because the water was getting cold, but Derek doesn’t need to know that. He towels off, then puts on his flannel pajamas, because he likes to feel cozy. They’re also plaid, which is sort of his trademark by now.
He sits at the kitchen table and eats the delicious pie with Derek. And honestly, Stiles just never gets tired of watching him enjoy the simple things in life. He deserves all those tiny joys more than anyone, he’s sure.
“So,” Derek says when they’re done eating. “While you were soaking, I found a space heater we can put in the bedroom. Maybe then you won’t be so cold tonight.”
He says it teasingly, so Stiles figures he didn’t actually mind the impromptu cuddling last night.
*
The space heater doesn’t work.
Or it does, but just barely. Stiles tries to put it right next to the bed, but Derek warns him that the sheets might catch fire. Stiles is very sure their situation won’t be improved by him burning the cabin down, so he quickly moves the heater back.
After he slides into bed, Derek immediately pulls him close, no pretense at all. Stiles lets himself relax back against Derek, liking the feeling of being practically covered by him. The warmth and the contact are making his heart race, though. He’s not sure how much of this platonic night time snuggling he can take. Not without breaking and telling Derek he’s in love with him.
Being held like this makes him feel…vulnerable.
“This okay?” Derek asks then, his arm already starting to lift away.
“It’s good,” Stiles says quickly, his hand curling around Derek’s wrist. He’ll savor this while he can.
There’s a long pause, and then Derek slowly unwinds again, curling up close to Stiles. “Okay,” he says quietly. “Good night.”
“Good night,” Stiles whispers back. He falls asleep surprisingly fast, and he doesn’t wake up cold even once.
*
When he wakes up in the morning, Stiles is delighted to find that it’s no longer snowing. When he says as much to Derek, he just shrugs and says, “Yeah, it stopped yesterday evening.”
“How was I supposed to know? We don’t all have werewolf senses.”
“No werewolf senses required,” Derek says, smirking. “You just had to look out the window.”
Stiles elects to ignore that, and starts cracking eggs for breakfast. Derek grins and starts cooking the bacon.
Since it looks nice out, Stiles decides to work on his project that afternoon. He bundles up, but is then halted at the door by Derek, who makes him tie trash bags to his feet.
“Those thick socks won’t do you any good if they’re soaked through,” he says sternly when Stiles tries to protest.
He did get snow in his boots last time, so he supposes Derek has a point. And he’ll be able to stay out there longer if he’s not freezing.
The snow is sloped up against the door, so Stiles carefully squeezes out, trying not to let too much get inside the cabin. Then he tromps out into the yard, and starts working on his first snowman.
Derek edges out the door a few minutes later, snow shovel in hand. He quickly clears off the porch while Stiles pretends not to watch. He’s never failed to admire Derek’s easy physicality.
Derek has a flush on his cheeks by the time he’s done, and Stiles can’t help being disappointed when he heads back inside.
Then he gets back to work, and tries to figure out if he can sculpt a snow wolf. Or maybe he’ll just make a life size snowman, and put Derek’s leather jacket on it. Either way, he’ll save that for last.
He gets the Isaac snowman done pretty quickly, despite his amateur skills. He pulls the tiny scarf out of his pocket, and wraps it carefully, stylishly, around the snowman’s neck. Somehow, it manages to look smug, and Stiles grins.
Perfect.
He quickly yanks off his gloves, and grabs his phone out as the cold bites painfully into his hands. He snaps a picture, then moves to a better angle and takes another. Then he shoves his gloves back on and starts working again.
He’s in the middle of making Erica’s snowman when Derek comes back out. “Stiles, come inside,” he calls from the porch.
“I haven’t been out here that long,” Stiles protests. “I’m not getting frost bite, I promise.”
“That’s not it,” Derek says quickly. “There’s another storm on the way.”
“Oh,” Stiles says, and suddenly realizes that Derek isn’t even wearing shoes. He obviously came out in a hurry.
Stiles drags himself out of the snow drift he was working in, and starts making his way to the porch as fast as he can in the deep snow. The wind starts picking up as he does, and a hard gust sends powdery snow right into his face.
He flails, trying to wipe it away, and ends up stumbling and falling down into the snow. He squirms, trying to get up, but snow is heavy. He feels like he’s stuck, and just as he’s about to really start freaking out, Derek grabs the back of his jacket and lifts him up, up, until he has Stiles slung over his shoulder.
Then he wades through the snow, and doesn’t set Stiles down until they reach the front door.
Stiles, who got snow down the front of his jacket, shivers and hurriedly follows Derek inside. They stop at the big mat in the entryway and carefully take off their snow-covered clothes. For Stiles it’s just his outer layers, but Derek on the other hand—
Stiles has to quickly look away when he takes off his shirt and pants.
“Stiles, give me your stuff so I can put it in the dryer,” he says, and Stiles carefully hands everything over while continuing to avert his gaze.
Then he just keeps standing there, shivering, as Derek heads for the laundry room. A few moments later, a towel hits him in the face.
“You have snow in your hair,” Derek says helpfully, smirking at him.
Stiles is just relieved to see he’s put clothes on.
*
It doesn’t snow much more, but the storm blows it into swirls and eddies, makes it patter against the windows. Stiles has never been so grateful to be warm and dry.
Playing in the snow has tired him out, so before he even thinks about it, he slumps down on the couch, resting his head on Derek’s thigh. It hits him an instant too late that it’s probably a bad idea, but then Derek’s hand is settling in his hair, and he suddenly doesn’t care.
The fabric of Derek’s sweat pants is soft against his cheek, and he nuzzles in a little, letting his eyes drift shut. He dozes for a while, and when he wakes up, Derek has the little radio on the side table turned on. It’s too low for him to make out what’s being broadcasted, so he looks at Derek questioningly as he sits up.
“It’s a report on the storm,” Derek says. “It’s nearly over. They’re going to start clearing the roads tomorrow.”
“Sweet,” Stiles says cheerfully.
“Though we’ll still have to shovel out the driveway,” Derek adds pragmatically.
“Ah, you could get that done in twenty minutes,” Stiles says dismissively.
Derek raises an eyebrow. “You realize there’s more than three feet of snow out there, right?” he says. “Also, this cabin is really only equipped for summer use. There’s no snow blower, there’s only the shovel I was using.”
“So it’s going to take a little longer, is what you’re saying,” Stiles says, shrugging.
Derek nods, but he looks kind of…guilty.
Stiles narrows his eyes. “What is it? What aren’t you telling me?”
“Well,” Derek starts carefully. “They’re going to start plowing tomorrow. But they probably won’t get to this country road for another three days.”
“Three days?” Stiles repeats, shocked. “By then it’ll have started snowing again! We’re never gonna get out of here!”
He expects Derek to say something sensible or reassuring. Instead he just looks down and says, “I need to apologize to you.”
Stiles blinks at the non sequitur. “For what?” he asks, because he honestly can’t think of anything Derek has done wrong.
“For getting you stuck here, in the middle of nowhere,” Derek says quietly. “I knew it was going to snow—I could smell it in the air. And I was going to have you drive us into town, so we could stay at a hotel until the storm passed.”
“So why didn’t you?” He’s not angry, just curious.
“I had hoped,” Derek says, scratching his stubble nervously. “That if I spend some time with you here, I’d be able to work up the nerve. To tell you how I feel.”
Stiles swallows nervously, his whole body drawing tight in anticipation, and near-whispers, “How do you feel?”
Derek begins to smile. “I specifically requested that Scott send just you and I here. So I’d have the chance to tell you that I’m in love with you.”
Stiles grins back, his heart practically beating out of his chest. “And here I was worried this whole time that you’d figure out I was in love with you.”
“I—I didn’t know,” Derek says, looking genuinely surprised.
“Have been for a while,” Stiles says, leaning closer. “That’s why I was freaking out about being snowed in.”
“Because…you thought I’d find out about your feelings?” Derek asks curiously.
“Yeah, and then you’d turn me down, and then we’d be trapped here together while things got super awkward.”
“Well, in case you hadn’t noticed,” Derek says, amused, “you’re definitely not being turned down.”
Stiles rests his hand on Derek’s arm, and inches closer. “This doesn’t feel awkward, either,” he says.
“Not at all,” Derek murmurs, right before kissing him softly.
*
They don’t even notice when the roads get cleared, because they spend the next few days in bed. And Stiles decides that he doesn’t mind being snowed in after all.
Because it definitely has its perks.
*
Stiles does get his snowman version of the pack done before they finally leave. (As they’re packing up, Stiles tries to call Scott and tell him they’re snowed in again, but Derek catches him. And reminds him that he has a perfectly nice loft they can spend a lot of quality time in once they get back.)
Derek helps him build the snowmen, and even digs out snow-Isaac’s tiny scarf, which had been buried by the storm. They take several photos of the snow-pack, then they set Stiles’ phone on a timer and take a picture of them kissing in the snow. It turns out great.
When they return to Beacon Hills, Stiles distributes the pictures of the snow-pack to everyone. They smile and laugh, but Stiles knows they’re secretly pleased.
He prints the picture of him and Derek kissing in the snow, and hangs it on the wall of Derek’s bedroom. And he smiles, because it looks like it belongs there.
When Derek comes in a few minutes later, sliding his arms around Stiles’ waist and kissing the back of his neck, he definitely agrees.
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where do peckish programmers go?
snackoverflow
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is there a way to like, auto-tag all your non-reblog posts with a particular tag? I use "posts from the snowbound cabin" for me and my headmates' original posts but i forget it most of the time
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Are you still tired of being human?
In response to an anonymous ask for a mobile version, ve've made a massively expanded version of the ARE YOU TIRED OF BEING HUMAN? desktop background. You can find it here.
The folder includes:
5120x5120 PNG, to be cropped to whatever resolution you need.
1920x1080 versions, with and without vignette fade.
Project files for Hexels and Paint.NET, and a few PNG assets I thought might be useful if you want to edit it yourself.
Hoping this reaches that anon... I asked them to send another ask with their desired resolution, and they never responded.
(Everything presented here is free to use under CC-BY-SA-NC 4.0.)
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It's like 5AM and I'm pissed about that, but I have to write an intro post for Tumblr to realize my blog exists.
Yo, I'm Red, some random vaguely genderfucky dragon-ish-thing. Shit sucks and I'm on this goddess-forsaken planet to steal joy from a universe that doesn't want to give it to me. Hope exists and it is a weapon. Use it to fight for your happiness.
She/he. Part of the snowbound system. (@snowbound-cabin)
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Oh, good morning(?), Tumblr. I suppose I ought to write an introduction and get things set up around here - I can't be @'d properly until I have a post, it seems like, and I'd rather someone not call up support and ask to have my URL because I'm not using it.
My name is Zeta. I'm... Not really sure what to call myself. I want to learn to be a hypnotist, and enjoy writing, but neither of those things are really a strong enough part of me to say "I'm a writer." I'm just some lady on the internet, I suppose. (I think I'm genderfluid or some other flavor of nonbinary, but "lady" works well enough most of the time.)
I probably won't post as frequently as the rest of the members of my system (@snowbound-cabin) but I do exist and I do front from time to time, so it's nice to have a blog on hand in case I want to use it.
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