#gbernadon

[dukebee]

[stilesinwonderland]

I AM GOING THROUGH MY 1000+ KLAINE PICTURES AND FEELING VERY SAD FEELINGS

[loveinisolation]

gbernadon replied to your post “Why is the one person who I would love to reconnect with also the one...”

We could have a campaign to find him although that might be awkward

The worst part is that it's entirely possible that someone I have on facebook is in touch with him, but asking people that would be sooo awkward. Maybe someday!

[smittenskitten]

gbernadon replied to your post:When I am reading mpreg and there is no c-section...

the eternal question! also no talks about the uterus! Where is the baby growing?

Usually its a magic baby, so I assume they magically grow uterus and births a baby from the ass .... (。・_・。) I am okay reading all of this just the ass birthing gets to me. IDK.

[loveinisolation]

gbernadon replied to your post:[[MOR] It’s been one of those exhausting...

*hugs* You will power through this somehow! If I can help with anything, let me know. Is the assignment the one with the snowman?

*hugs* Thanks, love. I'm not sure anyone can do anything really, I've just got to keep working at it. I wish it was the snowman, that was just one of the discussion board things for this week's unit, the paper is on an entire novel manuscript that I've barely had time even to read. Somehow it'll get done. 

[stilesinwonderland]

where has the erebus gang gone? 

*plays sad song on the guitar*

[loveinisolation]

Happy Birthday, gbernadon! Since it's officially your birthday where you are (which is what counts) I thought I'd post this now. I wanted to write you some Sterek for your birthday, but this is really just a random little drabble that’s not birthday related at all and isn’t even particularly Sterek-y. I hope you enjoy it anyway and that this year is amazing for you <3

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Derek can’t remember who first suggested they take the sixteen-hour bus ride all the way to New Mexico to visit the Seheult pack, but he can’t believe that not one of them—himself included—had enough foresight to see what a terrible idea it was. Now that they’re actually on the bus, Derek thinks it was possibly the worst ideas any of them have ever had.

It isn’t even that the temperature on the bus is intermittently ten degrees too hot and then ten degrees too cold without ever seeming to pass through a comfortable temperature even briefly, or that Derek can smell something he’s rather not consider closely every time someone opens the door to the small bathroom at the back, or even that all six of them are starving from a complete lack of available food.

It’s not the fact that Scott and Kira are nauseatingly adorable in the seats across the aisle—sharing ear buds and leaning against each other while they watch a movie on Scott’s laptop—and that Derek can hear all of their slightly inappropriate whispered comments and the smacking sound when they kiss.

It isn’t even Isaac’s bored huffing directly behind Derek’s head. (Lydia, for all that Derek had expected her to act like a princess, has been reading in near silence since they got on the bus and hasn’t so much as scrunched her nose in distaste or at their mode of transportation.)

Really, the biggest issue with the whole thing is that, somehow, in choosing seating arrangements, Derek ended up sitting next to Stiles. Stiles, who fell asleep on Derek’s shoulder three hours into the trip—causing Derek’s arm to tingle with pins and needles almost instantly—and has been drooling on him ever since.

As it turns out, Stiles also talks in his sleep. Derek’s not sure why he’s surprised, given how infrequently Stiles stops talking when he’s awake. But hearing Stiles talk in his sleep feels different then when Stiles is awake and, at least theoretically, in control of what he’s saying. Listening to his unconscious mutterings feels like an invasion. Especially when Stiles shifts in his seat, smacking his lips and smiling as he murmurs something mostly unintelligible about “that ass” that Derek knows by the smell of Stiles in that moment that he isn’t dreaming about someone he finds annoying.

Derek tenses for a moment when Stiles opens his mouth again, looking like he’s going to speak. Derek is entirely certain that he does not need to know anything more about whatever fantasy is playing out in Stiles’s dreams. Instead of more words, however, Stiles lets out a squeaky yawn and then sinks bonelessly even further into Derek’s space, nuzzling his cheek against Derek’s shoulder as he settles into silence.

Derek must fall asleep at some point, because he wakes up as the bus pulls into the parking lot of the next pit stop. There’s a crick in his neck, his stomach feels like it’s full of acid, and as he pulls himself upright and blinks the sleep from his eyes, he notices a distinctly damp spot on the sleeve of Stiles’s t-shirt where his head had been resting. He groans, and Stiles turns wide-awake eyes on him, cocking his head to one side with a smirk. “Dude,” Stiles says, “did you know that you talk in your sleep?”

[supernarcotic-blog]

Somehow I ended up buying the TFIOS book. I nearly started crying while beeing at the hair stylist yesterday.