You can destroy those who speak the truth, but you cannot destroy the truth itself
“Can I-” Stiles starts. “It’s just- I don’t-” He makes an exasperated sound.
“Stiles.” Derek carefully closes his hands around Stiles’ where he’s scrunching up his jeans nervously.
“Can I touch you?” he blurts. “It’s just, I wanna know what you look like.” A warm smile spreads across Derek’s face, and he slowly pulls Stiles’ hands to cup his cheek.
Stiles visibly relaxes, closing his eyes in concentration as he settles. His hands begin to wander across his features, fingers moving across every bump and surface.
He smiles when he runs his thumb along Derek’s eyebrows, most likely thinking of some sort of comment about how thick they are.
“Like what you feel?” he smirks, wiggling his eyebrows. Stiles snorts.
“Stop moving, you’re messing it up.”
Derek immediately settles. Messing this up is the last thing he wants to do.
Happy Sterek week! ( ●˙▿˙●)۶*:・ﾟ✧
”A product of U.S. Army-sanctioned mass slaughter of American bison in the 1800s, these bison skulls are waiting to be ground for fertilizer, most likely in the American midwest. The slaughter was so effective that the population of bison in the U.S. is estimated to have dropped from around 60 million in 1800 to as few as 750 in 1890.”
They were slaughtered as part of a U.S. Government Policy to rid the plains of the main food source of the tribes that lived there.
"…to rid the plains of the main food source of the tribes that lived there."
America has been stuck on genocide ever since white people landed here.
I’m about to cry right now.
The genocide wasn’t limited to human beings.