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“I don’t know if you notice it but everytime you orb in you leave an annoying tingling on the back of my ear.” Derek pointed, barely raising his gaze from a set of exams he was looking at. Having started not too long ago to actually useh is money to have a life and earn more instead of trusting on centuries of riches that the family had saved and of whom he was almsot the only heir.
The only job Derek does perform is that of teaching. Not just in the sense of pack leader but, eventually, in an actual sense. He becomes a history teacher at a local school/high school and, in some versions, a college one. He doctorates and majors in history and psychology actually, after an essay on the history of lycantrhopy through history starting with the greeks and analysing important points of the psyche of them.
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context: derek found your muse writhing in the forest after another alpha bit them trying to eat them alive.
“Relax, this isn’t twilight you don’t have poison running through your veins.” Derek pointed shaking his head, his hand keeping them down against the guest room’s bed, pressing them effortlessly despite the continuous writhing. he could understand the fear and trauma that it could cause, but there was nothing to explain that type of reaction. It wasn’t that painful, was it? No. He could Feel it and it wasn’t that bad.
Having bandaged the wound on the neck, the only thing he had to do was watching over.
And Metropolis needs its hero, too.
—Clark to Kara, Supergirl, “The Last Children of Krypton”
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They were so cute and smiley and happy! I like how they were sitting closer together as the show progressed :}
And Ian’s little arm on the couch, with his hand propped up against the seat. WHY IS THAT ADORABLE. DAMN YOU, TEEN WOLF.