Canon: They Died

canon: they died

fanfic: fUCK YOU

Theo: Y’all actually seek validation from people that don’t give a fuck about your feelings?

Theo: LMAO, bitch me too, why are we like this?

Do you have any advice on how to write someone of something being throw around? Like "X punched Y, who was propelled backwards and feel to the ground (insert random distance) away from X"?

Well, there are a lot of options. I mostly try to focus on what/who causes the fall, the fact that they/it falls, what they think & feel and what happens next. I've just written something, so maybe that'll explain better what I mean:

From one second to the other, Theo ducks and lounges at Stiles. His shoulder crashes into his ribcage, eliciting a sharp pang of pain just above his heart. It takes his breath and balance. They’re stumbling. Stiles’ heart hammers against his chest, fingers and hands searching for purchase on Theo's shoulders, arms, sweater. His left foot slips on something, and he loses the connection to the floor. Theo lets go off him, gives Stiles' a shove and lets him fall. Just like that. For a second, it's like he's suspended in midair, nothing within reach that could stop it.

The ground does nothing to cushion his fall. It knocks the air out of him; all of it rushing past his parted lips at once.

As you see, I don't care about distance. It doesn't matter to the person falling or being flung across the room. They might think about it later.

Without further ado, Theo yanks the staff out of Stiles’ hands and throws it across the room. Like the kunai before, it clatters over the floor, then rolls until it bumps against the wall.

Same here. Distance doesn't really matter. What is thrown, who throws it and where does it end up. Those are the things I cared about in the scene because that's what the character thinks about in the moment. If you want to mention the distance, you should at it after. Maybe you could mention it like this:

When the pain faded, and he could breath again, Stiles looks up, stares at Theo, standing on the opposite end of the room. The distance seems surreal, too big. Theo couldn't have flung him that far.

Or something along those lines. I just try to keep in mind what's important right in the moment. Everything else comes later.

Hope that'll help a bit!

Theo: (is fine being single, is in no rush, wants to get settled as Alpha™, doesn’t like relationships that much anyway)

Theo: (sees Stiles)

Theo, internally: I never wanted to hold a hand SO BAD in my entire life, never I SWEAR

Or perhaps in Slytherin You’ll make your real friends, Those cunning folks use any means To archieve their ends They are known at school for being Hogwarts’ newest troublemakers. After years and years of peace, the professors have their hands full with chaos errupting right under their noses. It is, however, never directed at the students at large. Instead, they are targeting each other. Since day one, Theo Raeken and Stiles Stilinski have it out for each other. If anything, they are one of the most cunning, ambitious and determined Slytherins the staff has seen in a long time - and yet, whenever they think they finally have them cornered, they are left with nothing to use for a potential punishment. Neither Stiles nor Theo has ever ended up in detention. Instead of losing housepoints, they are gaining more than enough to secure the house cup at the end of every year. Deadly loyal to the other Slytherins, they make sure that not a single one of their plans could ever endanger their house. They want to finally get rid the terrible reputation. They want Slytherin to be the best in everything. But with the Ravenclaw Lydia Martin in their year, it’s next to impossible. While Theo is being top of the class in potion and Stiles can’t be dethroned in Defence Against the Dark Arts, Lydia is the best witch at school. Stiles decides that if he cannot defeat her, he’s going to becomes friends with her. How fast they click and become inseperaple is almost eery. Yet in his sixth year, the fun little pranks turn dangerous. Theo vehemently claims that it’s not his fault, and although Stiles pretends to hate him (he’s not having a crush on the guy, all right? “Shut up, Lydia!”), he’s inclined to believe him. When Lydia gets hurt, Stiles is ready to hex the culprit into the next century. One day, a Gtyffindor dies, and he won’t be the only one. The school is on high alert - and the evidence points to Theo and Stiles. Every single Slytherin is on their side as well as Lydia Martin and most of the teachers, but the other students are sure they’re guilty. After all, they’re Slytherins and everyone knows that those are evil.

I want Mama Stilinski to be aliiiiiive