omg WANKFORTS. why is this not a thing already??? Stiles making a big blanket fort out of couch cushions and blankets off their bed and Derek comes home to find a sign announcing WANKFORT pinned to the front.
Derek comes home exhausted; he knows he hasn’t been around much lately, but after this week and closing up that case he should have more time. He knows Stiles has been complaining about not having any time for sex, and he kind of regrets snapping at him this morning on his way out. Derek doesn’t remember what he said exactly, but it wasn’t nice and he’s sorry now.
The living room is entirely askew; all the couch cushions missing and Derek frowns. “Stiles?” he calls out. The TV is still here, why would someone break into their apartment and steal all their couch cushions?
Derek opens the door to the bedroom and just freezes up in confusion. There’s some sort of construction off the side of the bed, using the space between the wall and the headboard of the bed, the all the couch cushions, and every single blanket they own. A sheet of paper is taped to the sheet hanging to the swaying blanket-door, “WANKFORT” scrawled messily on it.
"Stiles? What are you doing?" Derek asks.
"You told me if I wanted to get off so badly, I should just go do it, so I HAVE CREATED A FORTRESS OF SOLITUDE FOR MYSELF," Stiles says loftily from inside the blanket mess.
"Really," Derek says, deadpan.
"Yes, this is my wankfort and asshole boyfriends who don’t have time to let me play with their asshole—"
Derek rolls his eyes and yanks off the sign, and lifting the sheet to see inside. Stiles is sitting inside the nest of blankets, lit up by the glow of his laptop, fully clothed. “You’re not even jerking off,” Derek says, chuckling.
"I was too mad," Stiles admits.
"I’m sorry about what I said, it was rude and you were right," Derek says, ducking his head so he can crawl inside the—the fort. It’s lit prettily with strings of lights around the edges, reflecting off the blankets. "This is kind of cool. Where did you get the Christmas lights?"
"Supply closet," Stiles says.
Derek grabs the pen off of Stiles’ stack of crossword puzzles, crosses off “WANKFORT” on the sign and writes in “SEX FORT” instead. He waves the piece of paper at Stiles, and raises his eyebrows continuously.
Stiles breaks into laughter. “I can’t believe you.”
"Did it work?" Derek asks.
"Shut up," Stiles says, crawling into his lap.
"In general, I think we need to move away from the premise that being a good person is a fixed immutable characteristic and shift towards seeing being good as a practice. And it is a practice that we carry out by engaging with our imperfections. We need to shift towards thinking that being a good person is like being a clean person. Being a clean person is something you maintain and work on every day.We don’t assume ‘I am a clean person therefore I don’t need to brush my teeth.’ When someone suggests to us that we have something stuck in our teeth we don’t say to them ‘What do you mean I have something stuck in my teeth—but I’m a clean person?!’"
Jay Smooth in his TED speech “how I learned to stop worrying and love discussing race” (via tropicanastasia)
Jay Smooth almost always a reblog
Dude nailed it. We all need to work at being good. Even if we think we are.