Sheriff Stilinski.

THIS BLOG IS BEING MOVED.

I cannot keep up with individual blogs anymore. As much as I like the idea of blog hopping, I’m consolidating a few of them to one: @battlewitted.

I am not moving all of my blogs over, just the ones I have the least amount of muse for. They will all be on one easy-to-access blog for my own comfort.

Thank you for understanding!

THIS BLOG IS BEING MOVED.

I cannot keep up with individual blogs anymore. As much as I like the idea of blog hopping, I’m consolidating a few of them to one: @battlewitted.

I am not moving all of my blogs over, just the ones I have the least amount of muse for. They will all be on one easy-to-access blog for my own comfort.

Thank you for understanding!

THIS BLOG IS BEING MOVED.

I cannot keep up with individual blogs anymore. As much as I like the idea of blog hopping, I’m consolidating a few of them to one: @battlewitted.

I am not moving all of my blogs over, just the ones I have the least amount of muse for. They will all be on one easy-to-access blog for my own comfort.

Thank you for understanding!

THIS BLOG IS BEING MOVED.

I cannot keep up with individual blogs anymore. As much as I like the idea of blog hopping, I’m consolidating a few of them to one: @battlewitted.

I am not moving all of my blogs over, just the ones I have the least amount of muse for. They will all be on one easy-to-access blog for my own comfort.

Thank you for understanding!

THIS BLOG IS BEING MOVED.

I cannot keep up with individual blogs anymore. As much as I like the idea of blog hopping, I’m consolidating a few of them to one: @battlewitted.

I am not moving all of my blogs over, just the ones I have the least amount of muse for. They will all be on one easy-to-access blog for my own comfort.

Thank you for understanding!

THIS BLOG IS BEING MOVED.

I cannot keep up with individual blogs anymore. As much as I like the idea of blog hopping, I’m consolidating a few of them to one: @battlewitted.

I am not moving all of my blogs over, just the ones I have the least amount of muse for. They will all be on one easy-to-access blog for my own comfort.

Thank you for understanding!

THIS BLOG IS BEING MOVED.

I cannot keep up with individual blogs anymore. As much as I like the idea of blog hopping, I’m consolidating a few of them to one: @battlewitted.

I am not moving all of my blogs over, just the ones I have the least amount of muse for. They will all be on one easy-to-access blog for my own comfort.

Thank you for understanding!

THIS BLOG IS BEING MOVED.

I cannot keep up with individual blogs anymore. As much as I like the idea of blog hopping, I’m consolidating a few of them to one: @battlewitted.

I am not moving all of my blogs over, just the ones I have the least amount of muse for. They will all be on one easy-to-access blog for my own comfort.

Thank you for understanding!

THIS BLOG IS BEING MOVED.

I cannot keep up with individual blogs anymore. As much as I like the idea of blog hopping, I’m consolidating a few of them to one: @battlewitted.

I am not moving all of my blogs over, just the ones I have the least amount of muse for. They will all be on one easy-to-access blog for my own comfort.

Thank you for understanding!

THIS BLOG IS BEING MOVED.

I cannot keep up with individual blogs anymore. As much as I like the idea of blog hopping, I’m consolidating a few of them to one: @battlewitted.

I am not moving all of my blogs over, just the ones I have the least amount of muse for. They will all be on one easy-to-access blog for my own comfort.

Thank you for understanding!

#psa

look who’s found access to this blog too!

#( out of the uniform. )

volatilehearted:

Stiles keeps shaking his head against the window. The more they talk, the more he curls up a little, bringing one hand up so that he can bite at his nails the way he does when he’s particularly agitated. “I’ve already had to leave too many people behind. There’s a whole row of stones for all the people I’m leaving behind. I can’t just…abandon someone.”

Not that Roscoe is someone, but they both know it’s really about him clinging desperately to the memory of his mother, some childish idea that she might somehow come back. “I have to let go all the time, it sucks, I’m not going to give up on my Jeep.”

Noah can see right through Stiles’ plea. He knows Stiles more than Stiles probably even wants to admit, and he can tell this conversation is agitating. With a sigh, Noah turns away, keeping silent until parking the car in the store’s lot. “Stiles...” Noah can at least look at his son now.

“It’s not abandonment. The jeep’s old and need to be retired. You can’t expect it to keep running, not in the shape it’s in. And your mom wouldn’t want you to hang so tightly onto the past. You have to let go. You’re not going to forget anyone by doing that. You have a future ahead of you with Scott. You don’t want to be burdened by carrying around an old jeep, would you?”

volatilehearted:

Stiles kind of slumps against the side of his father’s SUV, no longer really looking at Noah. He looks instead like he wishes he could just climb out of this conversation altogether. They don’t talk about Claudia much. He always feels so uncomfortable, so guilty when he brings her up.

“Yeah, well, I don’t know, she’s gone so I guess what she wants doesn’t matter any more. The Vision wasn’t to get a new Jeep. The Vision was nobody gets left behind. That includes Roscoe.”

“Roscoe’s old, son. He’d understand too. Sometimes..” Noah has to pause and think. It’s hard to focus on this as well as the road, but it’s a conversation he’s tried to have with Stiles many times. This time, at least, it seems they’re both listening to each other.

“Sometimes people want to be left behind,” he continues. “It’s okay to let someone or something retire and move on. It doesn’t make them any less important, it just means life happens, people and things change. Roscoe’s lived a good life, he’s served both your mom and you very well. It’s okay to let go.”

volatilehearted:

“No!” Stiles doubles down on his denial, giving a sharp sawing motion with one hand. “Another car won’t be Mom’s car, okay, she…she left it for me, I’m not just going to leave it behind. I’m gonna drive me and Scott to Davis in it and everything is going to be fine.”

Noah doesn’t know how to respond. He knows all too well what it’s like to hold onto mementos and keepsakes of lost loved ones. But the jeep Stiles is falling apart, and at the rate its going, it won’t last much longer.

“Mom wouldn’t want you to hang on forever, Kiddo,” he says softly. “She’d understand if you let go.”

volatilehearted:

And thus, Stiles reacts a little like his father has asked him to go out back and shoot the family dog. He straightens abruptly, staring at Noah with his eyes so, so wide. “Buy a new jeep? Dad, I can’t buy a new jeep! A new jeep won’t be Roscoe!”

Abruptly, the air conditioning doesn’t matter at all.

“Stiles, that jeep isn’t going to run for the rest of your life,” Noah protests. “You have the entire front covered in duct tape. That’s really not healthy for Roscoe, let alone any car. Unless we can find new parts online, we’re going to have to think about buying you something new.”

He feels bad, knowing how attached Stiles is to the jeep. He also feels they have to do something, and soon.