#nosarcasmforyou

Right? I know it’s a problematic ship. It’s not like people support it in real life.

nosarcasmforyou: I mean, I /do/ but I still ship it so...

I understand that! I know it’s one of those ships that people are like ehhh are you really shipping that? Let people ship what they want. That’s why shipping exists. And I’m sure a lot of people know their ships are problematic. 

theladyofmasks:  I don't understand why? I mean, a lot of people still see it as a bad ship bc of age difference and the fact that Peter was once a psycho, but other than that...eh? You know I love it. Lol

Yeah, there are cons and pros of their relationship that I feel like a lot of fanfiction has fleshed out. Also, fans have fleshed out their relationship to be one of good yet bad since Peter was once crazy and Stiles is underage.

2/2 Then, when I transferred to a Christian school for unrelated reasons and was the only goth girl in the whole place, I was targeted and bullied immediately, which the teachers conveniently ignored.  Did I walked away or retaliated with as much force? No, I defended myself even if it got me into trouble, which it did.  90% of the teachers in that school hated me, but you bet your ass I was never bullied by the students again.   Fighting back against your bullies works.             

What about feeling crippling social anxiety at the thought of being awful at the game and people online making fun of you?

Ok so

1. That actually doesn’t happen that often except in competitive play (but even then, most people play comp with friends so if it does happen, you have someone to stick up for you)

2. If it does end up happening in quick play (which is basically the regular version of the game) or arcade mode, everyone on both teams starts laughing at the person who insults you and typing “imagine getting mad in arcade mode/quick play” so you get total strangers sticking up for you

3. I would say it’s next to impossible to be truly “bad” at Overwatch because there are so many characters with different skills to pick from, that you can try them out until you find who you’re naturally best at, and then practice at them to get even better.

If you’re a beginner I highly recommend trying soldier76 because it’s pretty much impossible to be bad at him. His abilities are very basic and his ultimate ability even aims for you. 

But please don’t be afraid to try the game. Honestly worrying about people being assholes was my biggest hurdle too and is a big reason I don’t play online games (except Overwatch), but it really isn’t that common and most players are pretty chill. And like I said, you can always play with friends. And if that’s not enough there’s an AI mode where you can play against bots. 

Why you do this to me

This is beyond perfect for Sterek, hope you enjoy it!

Stiles had never seen so much blood before. And he had seen the mangled remains of dead wendigos and other various supernatural creatures.

Hell, he had watched Peter get his throat ripped out for god's sake! But this, this was so much worse because it was Derek who was bleeding and it was Stiles who had caused it.

“Oh my god, I'm so sorry!” Stiles exclaimed for what was the fifteenth time in the past five minutes because no matter how many times he said it, it just wasn't enough.

As it was now fall and the influx of supernatural creatures that flooded into Beacon County during the warmer months had come to a screeching halt, the pack had decided to spend some quality time doing something other than hunting fairies and tracking sasquatch. Peter had suggested a game of baseball.

They had separated into two teams of five, forgoing the usual teams of nine. Additionally, they had skipped picking teams, instead the pack splitting up as per usual on patrols through the preserve.

One team, captained by Derek to no one's surprise, consisted of the alpha, Erica, Boyd, Isaac, and Peter. The other team boasted Stiles as team captain due to his extensive knowledge of baseball, along with Scott, Allison, Kira, and Jackson.

Things had been going perfectly fine, the day shaping up to be a great one, until it was Stiles’ turn to bat. Derek was pitching for the other team, throwing a fastball that Stiles almost missed.

But he didn't. He somehow managed to hit the inhumanly fast baseball, his arms aching immediately afterward.

He had been proud and excited for about three seconds. The same amount of time it took for the ball to hit Derek in the face and break his nose.

Stiles had rushed to Derek's side to pull him back up to his feet and practically drag him into the house to get cleaned up while his broken bones healed. He had Derek lean over the bathroom sink as he profusely apologized, trying to refrain from passing out at the sight of so much blood.

“Stiles, it's fine. Everything's fine,” Derek assured him for the umpteenth time in the past five minutes. He managed to force a smile as he mopped more blood off of his face with a damp wash cloth.

But his smile was somewhat less than charming, though, since his teeth were stained a dark reddish brown from the blood.

Stiles felt a little woozy at the sight. A hand on the bathroom door jamb was the only thing that kept him upright.

“Oh my god,” he whined, hanging his head to scrub a hand over his face. Feeling like a complete asshole, he mumbled, “Great, now we can add me to the long list of people who have hurt you!”

“It's just a broken nose, Stiles,” Derek informed him with a smirk. It widened when he added, “Let's just chalk it up to an occupational hazard of dating you.”