#7.zip

[hoaxghost]

It's- an interesting but turbulent dynamic

[gremlingirlsmell]

balatro the rock

[vegaseatsass]

I'm rewatching Manner of Death with my friends who have never seen it in advance of 4 Minutes Friday, and experiencing Inspector M with people who have seen Wandee Goodday and more or less shriek like they're at a Beatles concert every time Great comes onscreen means I'm paying a lot more attention to his character this time around instead of just giggling at his incompetence and gratuitously tight uniform, then redirecting my attention. We all firmly believe he's in love with Doctor Bun but physiologically incapable of not fumbling that bag every chance he gets; I cannot believe M had a chance to court the hot doctor before every other character in the series fell in love with him, and he left Bun alone at a club to go pratfall into his future husband's arms instead of properly wining and dining him himself. Absolutely a metaphor for his police work. For me the absolute funniest thing M did so far was get REALLY insulted and upset when Doctor Bun said cops were wasting taxpayer dollars, like this really genuinely hurt his feelings, and go out of his way to follow ONE SINGLE CLUE (the abortion clinic clue he got from the journalist's laptop which BUN put all the effort and legwork into finding and rightfully steals back later), finally do ONE SINGLE PIECE OF WORK (but also arrest Fan, the town hero, so even his one win comes with innate-to-the-job copfails), and come running back to freely hand Bun police documents and bring him into a police interrogation just so he can be like see? see? I am helpful and good! I am still an eligible bachelor in a uniform three sizes too tight wyd tonight

Like he actually says out loud "Now do you think the police are wasting taxpayer dollars :D?" after he does this. He genuinely wants Doctor Bun's approval so badly despite making choice after choice that confirms every ACAB opinion he has. Lol I don't know if I can get across how funny I am finding it but I do think his writing is pretty great in that he is a COP cop, he obviously really believes in the police as an institution and will always choose them first and obey his commander's commands, but this hot man reading him to filth every time he turns around is still shaking him and making him want himself and the police as an institution to be able to be something they're not. Which is an entertaining position for an incompetent policeman to find himself in. I am enjoying it greatly.

[bruhstation]

who here loves divorce? I do. here's captain star and captain zero: two people who can't help but drag other unwilling people into their huge mess! including the youth. can't forget the youth

(bit of ramble in the tags)

[godbirdart]

in a perpetual state of "???" because aside from some mild tenderness and pinches here and there from the drain tubes stitched into my sides, recovery has been maybe a one to three on the pain scale thus far.

don't get me wrong here i am TREMENDOUSLY grateful that my recovery has been largely pain-free, but i am just sO SUSPICIOUS that it has been so!!!! surely my pain tolerance cannot be so great!!!

[zipquips]

Hiya <3

How are ya doing? good, i hope :)

You've made me curious, what was the Holmes crossword thingy?

hi anna!!!! <333

i am tired but doing good :))) how about you?

the crossword clue was "fictional sleuth who lives on baker street" (which is relatively easy, imo). there weren't enough letters in the column to fit "sherlock" so it had to be "holmes"

but as soon as i saw it my brain just went !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! sherlock!!!!!!!!!!

[todayisafridaynight]

it is the middle of summer

[raiiny-bay]

i always forget how short marky is compared to everyone else.....

[distrxst]

hi guys it's verbalace beatboxer from outer space ( said with agony )

[arcventi]

I got a jacket for my red hood cosplay today and it looks really good except for the buttons and holy shit the shoulder pads are something else

[lemonofthevalley]

I feel like my autism should be really obvious to my mom and even moreso when I was a child when I wasn't masking 24/7 because she literally works with disabled kids all the time ????? but no

[cowgirliee]

Sometimes I find myself almost jealous of people like me who had the freedom to be…well disabled…growing up. A lot of factors kept me from ever getting to act like myself and when I think back on being kid I was always playing this stressful game of pretend and now I have to keep doing it as an adult because you don’t get to “suddenly” need a bunch of help with “simple” things and all that does is make me angry allllllll the time and guilty alllllll the time for relying on the people who unknowingly take more care of me more than they ever signed up for

[sapphireginger]

Chapter #7

Summary:

Stiles smiles, feeling giddy and bites his lip to stifle a nervous giggle. He has a date. He, Stiles freaking Stilinski, has a date with Derek. He has a date with Derek who is the definition of a Greek god with the heart of a Hufflepuff. After one last check of his appearance in the mirror, Stiles grabs his keys, wallet and phone and heads to the front door. True to his word, Derek pulls up exactly fifteen minutes after he sent the text. Stiles grabs his jacket and after locking up makes his way to Derek’s car. Derek jumps out and opens Stiles’s door, both of them grinning. “Thank you,” Stiles says with pink cheeks. “You’re welcome,” Derek replies with cheeks just as pink.

Stiles hurries home and then freezes when the front door closes behind him. Is he really going to do this? Maybe he should have waited. He’s not a one night stand kind of guy and well, he doesn’t know where Derek lives. Truth be told he doesn't really know Derek at all, and Derek doesn't know him. This is all so new and what if it goes horribly wrong. He can’t just bring someone into his and Olivia’s lives until he's sure about them and if they’re gonna just fuck around, then it won't work. Wait.

The amber eyed man takes a deep breath and reminds himself that Derek has a kid, an adorable kid, and therefore he wouldn’t do that would he? Derek wouldn't just fuck around, right? Stiles doesn’t want their kids to get hurt if things don't work out between them. He also doesn’t want to get Olivia’s hopes up. He hasn't dated anyone since he had Olivia.

He closes his eyes and goes through his breathing exercises. He takes a deep breath in for a count of four, holds it for a count of three and then exhales for a count of five. His phone buzzes after the fifth time he takes a breath.

[Erica] Don’t overthink this and yeah, I know that’s exactly what you are doing right now. So, don’t. Take a minute to breath and get your head on straight. Then, go get ready and be your sexy, nerdy self with that gorgeous guy. Boyd and I have Olivia. She's safe and she’s already convinced Boyd to let her teach him how to braid her hair. We’ll make a night of it. Let yourself have this, Batman. You deserve it. Now go get it Tiger!

Stiles smiles and sends back a thumbs up emoji as he hurries upstairs to shower. He allows the tension to bleed out of his body as he soaps up his hair, the chestnut curls longer than normal but he prefers them this way. The feeling of the water and soap suds on his skin is relaxing. He’s about to get out when he pauses, his stomach flipping as he thinks back to what Cora said about a hotel room. He starts to feel a tad self-conscious. He knows he looks good because he’s been told as much a lot, He works as a zipline instructor and owns the park. So, he's on it every single day, working his muscles, but what if Derek—His hand grazes his soft cock and then his finger grazes his hole. He chews his lip and starts debating if he should shave. 

Now, Stiles is aware that some guys don’t care but he cares about looking and feeling his best. He doesn’t like having a lot of hair himself. He’s glad he had shaved the night before. So, he’s basically bare right now except for a small amount of hair at the base of his dick. 

After debating for five minutes, he shakes his head and runs his trembling hands through his hair, letting the water run down his face. He’s not going to do anything. Either Derek will like it, or he won’t but there’s no use overthinking it. Plus, there’s no guarantee that they’ll get to that point tonight or anytime soon, no matter how much UST Erica claims there is between them. They just met and Stiles has never put out on the first date let alone the second or third. Not that he expects there to be more, but he hopes there will. There's just something about Derek and it's another reason why he's not going to do anything but be himself.

With that decided he gets out of the shower, dries off and secures the towel around his hips. He heads to his closet and doesn’t let himself dwell on what he’s going to wear. He easily pulls on a long-sleeved button up shirt that is wine red. He grabs out black boxer briefs, black dress pants and his black dress shoes.

In less than fifteen minutes, he’s taking in the sight of himself as he looks in the mirror, unbuttoning and rolling up his sleeves. Erica always says that his forearms are drool worthy and Stiles has to agree. He’s startled when his phone buzzes suddenly from where it sits on his dresser. He fumbles with it as he unlocks it to check his messages.

[Derek] Hey. It’s Derek. I should be at yours in about fifteen minutes. Is that okay? [Stiles] Perfect! I’m ready.  [Derek] See you soon! [Stiles] Can’t wait!

Stiles smiles, feeling giddy and bites his lip to stifle a nervous giggle. He has a date. He, Stiles freaking Stilinski, has a date with Derek. He has a date with Derek who is the definition of a Greek god with the heart of a Hufflepuff. After one last check of his appearance in the mirror, Stiles grabs his keys, wallet and phone and heads to the front door.

True to his word, Derek pulls up exactly fifteen minutes after he sent the text. Stiles grabs his jacket and after locking up makes his way to Derek’s car. Derek jumps out and opens Stiles’s door, both of them grinning. “Thank you,” Stiles says with pink cheeks.

“You’re welcome,” Derek replies with cheeks just as pink.

Once Stiles slips into the passenger seat, Derek shuts the door and slips back into the driver's seat. Stiles smiles softly at him. “So where are we going?”

Derek glances over as he gestures to his GPS. “There. I hope.”

“You hope?” Stiles asks as he checks where they’re going.

“Uh yeah. So um,” he sighs. “We just moved here this summer and well I’m still new enough that I have to use the GPS.”

Stiles chuckles and offers a reassuring smile. “It’s totally okay, Derek. I get it. It was like that for me too. I can help with the directions if need be.”

Derek relaxes, sighing in relief. “Thank you. I feel a bit embarrassed that I can’t get us to dinner without directions.”

“Don’t feel bad. Even if we get turned around, we'll just get to have an adventure.” He nods at Derek and gestures to the road. “Shall we?”

“We shall,” Derek agrees as they pull away from the curb. “So how long have you lived here then?”

Stiles taps his fingers on his knee as he counts. “Ten years this December.”

“Wow. No wonder you are able to give me directions.”

“I love Charlottesville. I made it my mission to get acquainted with the town I’d be calling home.”

Derek smiles, taking a right at the stoplight. “Very pragmatic of you. I’ll have to get Cora to do that with me. Zeke wants to go to the museum that he saw on the map and well I had to google it because I didn’t even know there was one.”

Stiles coughs to hide his laugh. “Well, I can always be a tour guide if you need it.”

“I might take you up on that.”

They lapse into silence for a few minutes before resuming their relaxed conversation, going back and forth. 

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A half hour after leaving Stiles’s house they pull up to the restaurant and Derek lets the valet park his car. His hand finds the small of Stiles’s back automatically making both of them blush. They’re led to a booth, given menus and the waitress makes her way over.

“Good evening, gentlemen. My name is Marcy. Can I interest you in one of our fine wines this evening?”

Stiles bites his lip and after glancing at Derek shakes his head. “No thank you. I would just like a glass of water please?”

“Of course, sir. For you?” she asks, turning to Derek.

Derek hands the wine menu back to her. “Same.”

“I’ll have those out to you in a moment.”

She walks away and Derek brushes his fingers against Stiles’s hand who has his gaze averted. “Hey.”

Stiles looks up and blushes. “I’m sorry. I uh…” he trails off and clears his throat. “I drink wine but just not in public because I’m a lightweight,” he mumbles embarrassed. 

Derek chuckles and takes Stiles’s hand. “Don’t worry about it. I don’t mind. Plus, the less alcohol I imbibe, the more I’ll learn about you.”

“I’d think it would be the opposite,” Stiles replies, his nerves dissipating. 

“Perhaps. I'm sure that some might say that, but for me, I’m happy to forgo the wine. In fact, I'm of the opinion that you are finer than any wine ever could be.”

Stiles’s cheeks flush crimson. “Oh god. That was awfully cheesy,” he says and then grins. “I liked it.”

“Well, I like you,” Derek whispers with a gentle squeeze of Stiles’s hand.

The waitress returns with their waters, and they place their orders.

Dinner is amazing and they have a wonderful time. Derek is glad he asked Stiles out and Stiles is glad he said yes. He knows he’ll get a ‘you’re welcome’ from Erica and he’s grateful to her for this night.

[leahcee]

trying to look for babysitting gigs for extra money and it’s like you can’t even babysit nowadays without having a degree (bachelor’s minimum), CPR certified (required), non-smoker, and minimum of 3 references

[zipquips]

oh my god i forgot my laundry outside again fuck

[birdie-is-also-a-magical-alien]

Was looking forward to wearing my favorite dress which is a wheel of fortune if it will finish zipping up and as I was getting ready to go out it got stuck and tore apart and now I just want to cryyyyy