Or, that one time I read this fantastic post and then wrote a bunch of Danny-as-a-yoga-instructor/Stiles-as-his-stressed-out-client fic? Well, some of it’s fic, anyway. Some of it is….chatlogged….not!fic, look, I have basically nothing to say for myself about this one. It is summarily ridiculous, and would have been tumblr!fic except that it got, uh, too long, and I just really liked the idea of these guys in yoga pants, okay? That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.