#formidare

 im so mad a condom fell out of my bag and three...

okay stiles

sparknotes version: you have to recognize her whiteness from a political/social pov, but if lindsey claims latina and kyara does too, it’s fine to have her embrace that on the whole in character from a cultural standpoint (because there is no ? white culture to claim??? at least, as specifically outlined as any non-white race or ethnicity) as long as you acknowledge that she is half-white.

it’s important to include the white half as far as discussions of privilege go, esp. if they’re light skinned or white passing. but i have seen absolutely no part-white black person/poc (who actually claims their identity as a poc) ever speak in terms of ‘identity as a white person’ outside of privilege. it’s only about the ambiguous middle ground that makes them less of a poc and not fully white, either.

            She’s human again -- as human as she can be. It’s kinda BEAUTIFUL that way. If everything was going to fall apart ( like it did so many times ) at least it was going to fall so the pieces could all twine themselves back together. She’s human and she’s here and while his dad might be WEARY of it, Scott knows that Tracy never m e a n t them harm. She was just dragged ( not so different from Scott in that way ) into a world she didn’t WANT to be a part of. A world of power and excitement -- a world of promise so far beyond the one they already knew and loved.

      who wouldn’t want to be a part of something as intoxicating as a supernatural pack?

               she’s never felt more stupid in her entire life -- or at least the parts she can still remember. maybe dad was right, the tiny voice she likes to ignore whispers as the cashier gives her a half sympathetic, half annoyed smile and tap tap taps on her register again, the debit machine lighting up for the fourth time.

               for some reason, lost allison had changed the pin that had protected her savings since she was eleven, babysitting the romano twins in emporia, missouri. with hot tears threatening to form behind her eyes, slightly trembling fingers try punching in her birth year, wondering if her memory of her first pet had been tarnished enough to change the code from the numbers corresponding with TINK. once again, she is wrong, and the debit machine chimes angrily at her.

                              “ i’m so sorry . ”