Found a Peruvian beer that I’m obsessed with. It’s called a Cat IPA. I’m in love. So I made it SnowBaz.
Oh and the front just so you can see cat!Baz in all his glory (plus bonus Peruvian rainbow tablecloth).

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Found a Peruvian beer that I’m obsessed with. It’s called a Cat IPA. I’m in love. So I made it SnowBaz.
Oh and the front just so you can see cat!Baz in all his glory (plus bonus Peruvian rainbow tablecloth).
Accidental layers
I started Mass Effect Andromeda without seeing any spoilers and I named my character Samantha only to find the AI created by her Dad is called SAM and now I have this weird layer of story of a father who was never there yet named his machine after his daughter...
spacebarring through kotfe on my smurf legacy’s shadow for extra dvl crates. went straight from vanilla story (LS shadow, romanced Felix because I’d not done it before and was curious) into Kotfe (via a few fps for xp boost).
the thing with vanilla romances is that the mails you get from the partner arrive about an irl day or so apart, so this message actually showed up in my shadow’s inbox after the MIA one she got in kotfe.
so now i’m just picturing this having been ‘stuck’ in the holonet on some half broken email server and finally delivered extremely late, much to my poor shadow’s distress
When Claudia dies, it feels surreal. There are mornings when John wakes up and blinks his eyes open, expecting to see her honey brown hair spread across the pillow like always. On one memorable occasion, he even mumbles her name as he's tugged into consciousness.
(What he gets instead is Stiles standing in the doorway, his wide eyes shining with tears. The best thing John could offer was to pull back the covers and hold his son tightly as they had cried for the woman they'd lost.)
The first few months were rough, to say the least.
Eventually, John gets used to waking up alone. His limbs start to spread out a little more, inching slowly onto her side of the bed while he sleeps, no longer required to respect another person's space. He stops making enough coffee for two people in the morning and finds out what it's like to raise a child on your own.
In short, John learns to adapt.
He can't deny that the skill comes in handy, especially when he comes home after work one day only for the babysitter to tell him that she's quitting. "It's too weird," she says regretfully. "He talks to Derek like he's a real person."
John just nods and pays her a little extra for the trouble. He doesn't know what else to do, considering he's never heard of Derek in his life.
He makes his way up to Stiles' room as soon as the babysitter is gone and asks him about it, hoping against hope that his son has finally made a new friend. Stiles' eyes immediately go wide as he starts babbling excitedly about some kid named Derek who's fifteen and so cool dad, he likes Star Wars and everything!
John talks to the babysitter and double, triple, quadruple checks with her that Stiles hadn't left the house that day. According to her, she had walked into his room to find him having an animated conversation with empty space. John hangs up when she suggests therapy, because really, what kid has never had an imaginary friend?
It isn't until weeks later, when Stiles runs into the kitchen with a crumpled manila folder, frantic tears running down his face and sobbing about Kate and arson, that John first considers that maybe this is something different.
It isn't until Stiles lays the evidence out on the table - stolen from the Sheriff's office, damn it Stiles, there's a reason it's locked - and pulls out a tearstained snapshot of Derek Hale, 15, recently deceased in a huge fire, that the Sheriff finally connects the dots.
Ghosts.
(He pushes back the whispers in the back of his mind asking where Claudia is, what she could be doing if not being here with him. Here with them. Instead, he has a newly reopened case and a son who can't bear to lose someone again, even if that someone is already gone.)
It's a good thing he's learned to adapt.
afterglow, n. (OED) for Gallavich Week Day Five
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Send me a ?? for a thought my character has had about yours that they'd never admit.
I wish I could help her with the serum. Hell, I wish she’d gotten it instead of me.
CATWS Headcanons: PTSD
listening All I Want For Christmas and it just screams this scene
and then All Alone for Christmas x
wow I just made myself sad