cotton candy that gets you high
what a time to be alive
"Mark me," Stiles whispered, voice heady and broken with audible want. Derek had to do a double-take.
"What?" He asked, pulling back slightly from where he’d been nuzzling needfully at Stiles’ cheek. He was wrapped up securely in the human’s legs, grinding into him as he ran his hands all over his body. It was a position he’d been in frequently, and it was one of his favorites. Generally having Stiles wrapped around him at all was a good time for Derek.
"I said," Stiles repeated, biting out the words, "Mark me.”
"And how am I supposed to do that?" Derek snorted, leveling a judgmental look down at him, splayed out perfectly beneath him in a way that was comfortable, inviting, and hungry.
"I don’t know," Stiles shrugged, timbre of his voice losing its edge. He slipped his arms around Derek’s neck, his expression a cross between deadpanned seriousness and subtle affection. "Biting. Scenting. Miscellaneous werewolf magic. Something to that effect."
It is December 6th, and I remember.
I was 13 years old when Marc Lépine opened fire and murdered 14 women for being at engineering school when he wasn’t. He blamed feminism for the situation he was in, and murdered these women for being in non-traditional jobs, for being there.
Every year, the memorials I go to are different. Some are quiet - I remember several winters in the snow, holding candles and reciting names like a talisman against violence.
Geneviève Bergeron, 21 years old. Hélène Colgan, 24 years old. Nathalie Croteau, 24 years old.
When I was younger, they seemed impossibly mature and sophisticated. I used to imagine them laughing and enjoying university, cut down without warning. Now that I’m 35, they seem so young, and I wonder if they were afraid."
Self reblog from last year. Still worth reading. Still remembering.
Today is the anniversary of the Montreal Massacre.
I will not forget.
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