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@pdxtrent
Lydia: "I used to think Derek hated you"
Stiles: "He did"
Lydia: "Stiles"
Stiles: "Okay, maybe not"
Lydia: "The man carried you out of burning buildings"
Stiles: "Friends do that"
Lydia: "He threatened people for making you cry"
Stiles: "Best friends do that"
Lydia: "He drove across the state because you had the flu"
Stiles: "..."
Lydia: "Stiles"
Stiles: "In hindsight, there may have been clues"
"Heyyyyyy dad you're home early, it- uh- it's not what it looks like?" "It looks like someone's getting mauled" "Well I like to think the mauling's mutual-aaand he's covering his eyes, uh, stellar choice there, really 10/10 the judges are going wild-" "I'm going to Melissa's. Breakfast in the morning, both of you." "see I told you he wouldn't mind, now calm down and put those headlights away already"
1.5 years of sterek brainrot and I've somehow never drawn derek with red eyes nor the classic trope of the sheriff walking in on them? for shame, mel.
Any story featuring feral derek or him getting a little lost in his instincts are so important to me - this man who never gets to keep anything good in his life digging his claws into stiles and saying no, this one is mine, you can't have him - you see the vision šš
a closeup as well as the lines under the cut, bc i quite like them on their own too:
Virgo byĀ Artem Chebokha
Cliff: I will live bicuriously through you and Roz.
Shane: You mean 'vicariously'?
Cliff: I said what I said.
@0dde11eth
contrary to popular belief i think calvin's adhd is, funnily enough, medicated. he takes extended release ritalin every morning alongside his chocolate frosted sugar bombs. this is because he appreciates being more easily able to focus on his various Schemes, Projects, and Machinations while more effectively ignoring schoolwork
calvin's dad pulling up to the house and seeing the whole driveway covered in a (completed) snowman recreation of the entire terracotta army and he takes a deep breath and greets calvin's mom with "i see calvin remembered his methylphenidate today"
I feel like we really lost something when we started looking at writing as a reader-centric product meant to appeal to the desires of a specific audience rather than a writer-centric approach of someone writes whatever particular thing particular compels them/whatever weird thing the demons in their head want to talk about, and people out there who are also compelled, and/or relate, find that writing. A lot of discussions of writing really center around what readers want rather than a writer's exploration. Sometimes as a reader I don't know what I want. I click on a fic or pick up a book I'm not sure about but that looks interesting, and I love it. Reading what I expect to get is it's own joy, but we always need to expand our horizons and not get mad at creators for not always writing what we want/expect.
Isaac: Mrs. McCall, I got suspended from schoolā¦
Melissa: WHAT?!?! What did you do?
Isaac: Mr. Harris pointed at me with a ruler, and he said āthere is an idiot at the end of this rulerā.
Melissa: Andā¦?
Isaac: I asked which endā¦
Melissa, unable to contain her laughter: Okay, you just made my day.
Peter: I prevented a murder today.
Derek: Really? Howād you do that?
Peter: self control.
liam: what are you in the mood for?
theo: world domination.
liam: thatās a bit ambitious, babe.
theo: you are my world.
liam: aww...
theo:
liam: ohā¦
theo:
liam: OH.
Bby Derek: So, how long have we been dating?
Stiles: What? We're not dating.
Bby Derek: *thinks about how Stiles is an ingrained scent all over his clothes/loft/car, has a key to his place, is the most-called contact in his phone, and also is his anchor*
Bby Derek: ...are you sure?
Stiles: Wait, are we fighting or flirting? Derek: My teeth are inches from your neck. Stiles: Thatā¦ that doesnāt really answer my question.
Derek: Your existence is confusing.
Stiles: How?
Derek: Your presence is deeply annoying, but the thought of anything bad happening to you upsets me.
Scott: "We're in the middle of a crisis"
Stiles: "Okay, but hypothetically, would a guy find me hot?"
Derek: "Yes"
Scott: slowly turning toward him
Derek: realizing what he said "...We're still in a crisis"
in grade 12 we were reading romeo and juliet and we were at the romantic-ass balcony scene and this hot girl in the class volunteered to read julietās parts and i put up my hand to volunteer for another part and the teacher goesĀ āoh do you want to be the nurse, amanda?ā and i was likeĀ āno i wanna be romeoā and the hot girl swiveled around in her seat to give me a Lookā¢
she and i later ended up making out at a bunch of parties in university lmfao
in retrospect this moment was absolutely pivotal to my butch awakening but it was also just a lesbian power move
I too got a girlfriend over this play. In grade 10, I was reading the balcony scene to study with two other people (one guy and one beautiful girl) and I insisted point blank I had to read as romeo, because he had the most lines and Iām a dramatic little shit.
So the other two in my group are used to my antics by now. Weāre all friends, so the pair of them decide that the one guy in our group gets to be the nurse. Now, my Juliet and I have been friends for a couple months by this point, so I decide to be a little more dramatic.
We put Juliet on a spinny chair, and pump it up as tall as it goes, and my baby, closeted lesbian ass crouches on the floor, ready to be as melodramatic as possible. Like, Iām about to do a rendition that makes William himself walk into the class and tell me to take it back a notch or twelve.
And then I look up.
And holy shit.
There she is, Juliet, haloed in the worst fluorescent light known to mortals across the globe. Light just streaming down around her, that weird off-green colour that it always is. And sheās the most beautiful girl Iāve ever seen. My little gay soul is barely holding on as the words barely leave my lips, breathlessly. āBut softā¦ what light from yonder window breaks?ā
And Juliet was the sun. Romeo was not exaggerating that line at all.
Juliet and I have also been together for more than 4 years now. Sheās every bit as spectacular as she was when I was a lovestruck teenage Romeo, kneeling on the yellowed linoleum floor of second block english.
