I HAD A REALLY TERRIBLE DAY
I GOT AWFUL CRAMPS IN MY TUMMY AND I BURNT MY HAND REALLY BADLY ON AN IRON AND DROPPED MY LUNCH DOWN A DRAINPIPE
So I made a seamless pattern from my Wolf!Derek and Hoodie picture post for you guys to have because I don’t know at least this will make somebody happy _(:’3 」∠)_ (also I’ll be putting this up to buy at my Society6 soon, I promise…)
By now, Derek’s spent a lot of time around still-wet-behind-their-ears wanna-be punk rockers who started to get tattoed way before they were legally allowed to. He’s pretty much immune to the type, and being a manager, he needs to be. He just wasn’t prepared for Stiles’ combination of burning hot and freaking adorable.
"Interview’s over," Derek says curtly.
"What, so did I get the job or what?" Stiles says, scratching his nose casually in a way that’s somehow endearing.
"Yes!" Erica says, beaming.
"No," Derek says at the same time. The last thing he needs is to come in everyday at work and see Stiles hunched over someone, those long elegant fingers working away, making art over skin.
"I’m confused, I thought it was going well." Stiles uncaps the bottle of water he’d brought with him and takes a long draw, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.
Derek looks away. “Thank you for your time,” he says, leaving the room.
The next day Derek is looking over the schedule for the day’s appointments when he sees Stiles stride into the shop, a confident grin on his face.
"What are you doing here?" Derek asks.
"I work here," Stiles says, smiling.
Derek whirls around and finds Erica with a shit-eating grin. “I thought I said—” he starts to whisper furiously to her.
"C’mon, we needed a new artist," Erica cajoles.
Stiles is humming happily to himself, looking over the examples of art on the walls. He claps Derek on the shoulder, giving him a friendly smile. “Looking forward to working with you, dude. I gotta say, for an award-winning tattoo artist, I’m surprised you don’t have any.”
"I have one,” Derek says testily, and when Stiles raises an eyebrow at him, he whips off his shirt and turns around, triskele shifting on his back as he walks away.
Stiles lets out a low whistle and Derek resists putting his face into his palms. This… is going to be difficult.
When people say these books are children’s books, as if to demean them, I balk. These books dealt with themes that adults do not fully understand or wish to. It dealt with racism, classism, sexism, homophobia, prejudice, and general ignorance. These books taught us that it doesn’t matter how you were raised, but that you get to choose to be kind, loyal, brave, and true. They taught us to be strong under the pressures of this world and to hold fast to what we know to be right. These books taught me so much, they changed me as a person. So just because they’re set against a fantastical backdrop with young protagonists does not mean that their value is any less real.
First book: Starts with the double murder of a pair of twenty-one year olds who were much missed and leaving their baby son a war orphan. A child growing up in abusive conditions that would give Cinderella the horrors. Dealing with peers and teachers who are bullies. The fickleness of fame (from the darling of Gryffindor to the outcast.) The idea that there are things worth fighting and dying for, spoken by the child protagonist. Three children promptly acting on that willingness to sacrifice their lives, and two of them getting injured doing so.
Second book: The equivalent of racism with the pro-pureblood attitude. Plot driven by an eleven year old girl being groomed and then used by a charming, handsome older male. The imbalance of power and resultant abuse inherent in slavery. Fraud perpetuated by stealing something very intimate.
Third book: The equivalent of ableism with a decent, kind and competant adult being considered less than human because he has an illness that adversely affects his behaviour at certain times. A justice system that is the opposite of just. Promises of removing an abused child from the abusive environment can’t always be kept. The innocent suffer while the guilty thrive.
Fouth book: More fickleness of fame. The privileged mistreating and undermining the underprivileged because they can. A master punishing a slave for his own misjudgment, and the slave blaming herself. A sports tournament which involves mortal risk being cheered by spectators. A wonderful young man being murdered simply because he was in the way. A young boy being tortured, humilated and nearly murdered.
Fifth book: PTSD in the teenage protagonist. Severe depression in the protagonist’s godfather, triggered by inherited mental health issues and being forced to stay in a house where abuse occured. A bigoted tyrant who lives to crush everyone under her heel, torturing a teenager for telling the truth in the name of the government (and trying to suck his soul out too). The discovery that your idols can have feet of clay after all. An effort to save the life of someone dear and precious actually costing that very same life. The loss of a father-figure and the resultant guilt.
Sixth book: The idea that a soul can be broken beyond repair. Drugs with the potential for date rape are shown as having achieved exactly that in at least one case, resulting in a pregnancy. Well-meaning chauvinism trying to control the love life of a young woman. Internalised prejuidce resulting in refusing the one you love, not out of lack of love but out of fear of tainting them. The mortality of those that seem powerful and larger than life.
Seventh book: Bad situations can get worse, to the point where even the privileged end up suffering and afraid. More internalised prejudice and
fearhysterical terror of tainting those you love. Self-sacrifice and the loss of loved ones, EVERYWHERE. Those who are bitter are often so with a reason. The necessity of defeating your inner demons, even though it’s never as cool as it sounds. Don’t underestimate those that are enslaved. Other people’s culture isn’t always like your own. Things often come full circle (war ending with the death of a dearly-loved pair of new parents and their orphaned baby son living with his dead mother’s blood relative instead of his young godfather). Even if ‘all is well’ the world is still imperfect, because it’s full of us brilliant imperfect humans.
So… still think that Harry Potter is a kid’s series with no depth?
"I’m very shy,” O’Brien says. “I wish more people believed me when I say that. Stiles is a version of me that rarely exists in the real world. He’s so confident and extroverted, and I’m much more restrained and internal.”