We Have The Opportunity To Partner Up With Rubiks Cube And Customize Our Own Cube.Do We Take On This

We have the opportunity to partner up with Rubik’s Cube and customize our own cube. Do we take on this project, fellow Pride Knights? Yes or no?

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Idk how some people can’t understand!

I AM IM PAIN

I HAVE AN UTERUS WHICH MEANS I AM SOMETIMES IN PAIN

Don’t blame me for HIS mistakes.

I made this yesterday while in pain I’m in pain still

I’m actually crying lmao

I feel like my favorite Sterek trope is "Yeah, but I didn't think you would ACTUALLY do it!"

Where Stiles actually does what Derek tells him to do and Derek absolutely hates it. It's a surprisingly versatile trope.

1. Imagine the pack is infiltrated by a shapeshifter. Not only can it look like anyone, it can copy their scent, too. At some point, Derek tells Stiles, "It's too dangerous. Stay in the car." And Stiles just fucking does. Immediately, Derek is dragging him out by the neck, demanding to know where the real Stiles is because "Stiles would never 'stay in the car'. Especially if it was dangerous."

2. Or imagine Stiles is just not having a very good day and during a typical argument at a pack meeting Derek says "If you don't like it, you can just leave." Stiles thinks to himself I don't have to put up with this and walks out the door, leaving a stunned Derek behind.

Later Derek shows up in Stiles' room asking, "Why did you leave?"

"Um, because you fucking told me to?"

"Yeah, but I didn't really want you to go."

"Wha-? Then why the hell did you tell me to leave?!"

"Because you never do what I tell you to! I didn't think you'd actually leave! I thought you'd fight me on it like you fight me on everything!"

"So, you really want me at pack meetings?"

"Of course, I want you there."

"Are you sure? I'm just going to disagree with everything you say."

"I know," Derek says quietly, "That's why I want you there."

3. OR! Imagine that after dealing with the Nogitsune, Stiles stops talking. Not completely, he'll answer questions or relay information about cases, but he doesn't ramble. He doesn't yammer or rant. He doesn't get passionate anymore.

And it absolutely destroys Derek inside, because, as annoying as he could be sometimes, when Stiles talked, he was animated. He was excited and full of life.

It reminds him of the dead quiet after the fire. A whole house of bustling people, suddenly hushed. It's a silence so loud it makes his ears ache. It honestly hurts.

Derek sneaks into Stiles' room one night to confront him about it when it gets to be too much.

"Talk."

"What?"

"Talk. I need you to talk to me."

"About...what?"

"Anything. It doesn't matter. Tell me about your day. Tell me about what you ate this morning. I don't care, just talk."

"Why?"

"You've been too quiet, lately. It's driving me crazy."

Stiles huffs. "You're the one that's always telling me to shut up. I would've thought that you'd be overjoyed."

Derek scowls hard, shaking his head. "It's too quiet. I can't stand it. I just...tell me something I don't know...Please."

Stiles bites at his lip, hesitant and unsure, before opening his mouth. "Um...I...I was thinking of getting new shoes lately?"

Derek nods, trying for encouraging. A tenseness in the muscles of his chest slowly begin to loosen. "Tell me about that."

"Uh...okay."

They sit there across from each other. Derek continuing to ask questions about Stiles' life. About what movies he's seen, what books he's read, what college he's looking into.

As he continues to talk, Stiles slowly grows more earnest as he begins talking about anything other than the past year, becoming more at ease as he notices his rapt audience. Derek thinks that maybe Stiles has missed speaking to another person too.

It isn't until Stiles starts going off about all the flaws of the national fingerprinting database in his familiar flail of limbs that things finally feel right again and Derek can finally breathe.

A quick vent cause I need to get this out.

I’m so angry all the time, I hate it and I’m so angry that someone talking to me(any way) can set me off.

Today I just told someone to move things that they took out away from my bed and dresser and instead they shoved it in my Knick nack space, knocking over some things. They’ve been doing this for so long and recently I’ve had enough.

And I’m always in pain, there isn’t a moment I’m awake that I feel relief unless I take 3 extra strong pain pills. I sprain my ankle a lot and two years ago I twisted my right ankle. I didn’t go to the hospital or a doctor and it hasn’t healed right. I can’t not walk as I have to get to school but it’s getting to be too much.

I slipped down the stairs two days ago and hurt my left hand. Which wouldn’t matter if when I got angry I didn’t hit things or myself to keep me calm(or at least to stop me from doing something I’ll regret). I could barely move my finger yesterday and it was swollen to the point I thought I had hotdogs for fingers. I was able to straighten and bend it a little today but the person that pissed me off earlier in the story decided to not listen to me.

They’ve been stealing my stuff and I just found my SPECIAL markers-case- that I barely use(so they stay nice and usable) in their stuff with only four left in them. The four that were left were the “ugly” and empty colours. They also been stealing my makeup products, my clothes, my underwear and anything I get that they want( and I’m black so the underwear part is disgusting ).

Usually I wouldn’t get as mad but because of a recent change in schedule I didn’t have anytime to cry or breakdown this weekend. So I got angry and hit my left hand on my bed post. I fell to the floor but they didn’t care and as I was silently crying they just asked “what I was going to do with that thing” the thing that they took out.

I threw it on the floor at their feet and went to my computer. The only thing that was stopping me from crying(which was my playlist) and I had to turn it off once the light was off. I turned it up a bit to get the last little serotonin left and l was told(very rudely) to turn it off. I slammed it closed and climbed up to my bed. I heard the person say how no one did anything wrong to me and how I’m angry for no reason.

I deserve to be angry for what they did and I’m crying as I write this. I can’t even do anything about it cause I’ll probably get in trouble. During this whole writing session I’ve been trying to move my finger to type and it’s so hard. I think I’ve done something to it but I’m already so tired. I just need to get all my anger out another way.

Their slowly ruining what I love and I care about them so much. They are hurting me with their comments and they know it. They steal what I like and leave what I don’t I’m done helping them.

Thanks Reader, you’ve been a great help.

So everyone knows I'm weird, now take my fic recs(Tommary version) !! MOST OF THESE HAVE DUMBLEDORE BASHING !!

P.S. SOME OF THESE MAY HAVE SMUT AMD TORTURE !!

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