#nice things from nice people

[dontcallpanic]

Gorgeous @gege-wondering-around tagged me to do the Several Sentence Sunday again becuase you are both incredibly kind and clearly a glutton for punishment (I hope it's okay for you, thank you SO MUCH for taking interest in this daft drabble!) And so, because it's wednesday and days have no meaning in tumblrverse, lets do this!

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Silence falls so suddenly Stiles can hear it ringing.

The reply is too low for him to make out but it sounds more animal than human.

Stiles can’t take it any more. Skin crawling with the flood of adrenalin, he leaps forwards, curls his fingers around the door, and yanks it open.

He stumbles into the lobby, newspaper raised threateningly, in time to see a tall shadow disappearing up the stairs. Above him, the central lobby light flickers fitfully. He spins to see Laura staring furiously after the figure, unshed tears glistening in her eyes.

Her… red… eyes?

Holy fucking shit.

Stiles blinks rapidly, physically stepping back. His heart kicks up a frenzied tap-dance in his chest but when he looks again, Laura’s eyes are a lovely, deep chestnut. A trick of the light…

Just a trick of the flickering light.

Fuck. Last night must have affected him more than he thought.

“Stiles?” Laura is staring at him. Her eyes are still shining, overbright and wide with surprise and suppressed tears, but completely, definitely brown.

“I er…” He’s lost for words. His brain struggling to process. He can almost feel it grinding in an effort to get back up and running again. “Sorry – I heard shouting,” he says lamely, waiving the newspaper for emphasis.

He watches closely, still shaken, as Laura visibly pulls herself together, striking a dismissive hand across her eyes and nodding towards his weapon of choice.

“So you thought you’d come to my rescue with… a newspaper?” There’s no heat in her words, if anything she sounds defeated.

Stiles clears his throat. “Well you know… paper beats rock… deeds and words and… yeah. Look, is everything alright?”

Laura shakes her head dismissively, managing a tight, forced smile. “You know, it’s sweet of you to ask. But yes, thank you. Everything is fine.”

Which, of course, means nothing is fine. But he can’t exactly ask her about it. He hardly knows her. He’s met her once, prevented a homicide and now he’s overheard her having a domestic about… burying people?

Stiles nods awkwardly. Cool. Cool, cool, cool, cool…

The space stretches between them, taut with awkwardness. What the hell do you even say to that? Who was going to get themselves killed? Why? What for? When? Laura buried someone… implied multiple someones?

Oh god! She’s still looking at him.

This is unbearable.

Say something!

Say… Anything!

“- Did you know ketchup was originally medicine?

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So many people have been tagged already but if you've got something you want to share, please, please, please share it! If you've got it, I'd love to read it!

(And to anyone actually reading this - Thanks so much <3 I hope nice things come your way!)

[gege-wondering-around]

Sending you lots of love, cariad! How are you doing?

My sweet sweet @dontcallpanic, sending you just as much love and more in this cold and sunny winter time (here the weather cannot decide what to be).

I'm doing good and thanksssss for asking, i'm so happy to hear from you anytime you can, it really brightens my day and i cannot explain how much (i do have a hard time socializing with people, so wehn i find someone with whom i click i'm very happy anything i get to hear ffrom them)!

I hope you're doing well as well, i really really hope you are having a wonderful time in this silly and brutal world (i really believe it can be both), and lastly, thank you for being so patient with the replies, i've been working on them whenever i have some free time and school in running behind me! i'll send some in soon, i promise!

(and psss, if you want to read something tonight, i just posted this which i think you might enjoy)

sending you lots of love, hugs and tons of blessing! thank you for being the amazing person you are and for having me in your life, even if so little, it means so much for me to know someone as wonderful as you; it fills me with hope!

[mustardyellowsunshine]

Your edits make me so happy every time I scroll On tumblr I’m hoping I’ll see one and get all excited

omg you're so sweet, thank you!! 😭💖

[dontcallpanic]

Finally getting round to this - thanks so much @gege-wondering-around and @cantchangemypast

Sorry this is soooo late.

I got: Mommy? Mommy? Daddy? Gender neutral alternative? Ect?

Which is definitely not anything id be a few years ago but I'm happy to own this now! You're all amazing and dw'i caru ti!

I think everyone else has already done this but if you wanted to give it a go, this is your tag!

[mythicalcoolkid]

You don't wish your disability was worse or more visible, you wish your disability was taken seriously. Please stop confusing the two, I guarantee you would not get the support you need JUST by being more severe or more visible. Please listen to visibly disabled people when we tell you it isn't better on our side

[barghest-land]

drawings from paleo expedition to dagestan, done right on the trip. sometimes messy when it was cold and rainy, but i won't correct it. i think it's cool to leave it just the way it was done, and not retouch it after. there will be more drawings later, but those will be done from home

[shinkotori]

This art of Serana from Skyrim (as always, drawn by my friend @yuramoonbow, also available on twitter here) was actually not a commission, but a surprise birthday gift after they had already drawn this other piece for me.

[ Image Description: The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim fan art headshot of Serana Volkihar. She has a neutral expression on her face and the background is solid black. It is signed 'yura moonbow'. End ID.

[kagoutiss]

pelican town, ‘72

[jomeimei421]

Felt a bit nostalgic watching RT shut down…Here are the og faves again for old times sake 💙

[paunchsalazar]

they were sleeping together at this point

[an-internet-introvert]

Countdown to October 19th (19/19)

Happy 15 Years of Dan and Phil 🩵🩵🩵

[dontcallpanic]

WIP Whenever

I was tagged by a few people at this point - I'm so sorry I lost track of it all... I know @patolemus and @gege-wondering-around tagged me and I think @seaweed-water did too, once upon a time. Thank you so, so much - I am sorry literal seasons have changed while you've been waiting!

So... here y'are - Even this tiny snippet has taken so feckin long to write it's unreal!! Why is Derek's voice so hard to nail down!? I've written about 5 different drafts at this point! Dammit Sourwolf!

Anyway, This is the start to Manifesting Murder, wildly edited and then unedited, then edited again. All mistakes belong to me and my dyslexia - Mwynhau!

Stiles' fingers shake as he methodically wipes the blood off them, one by one. There's a detached calmness that's settled over him – he's in shock – and he knows what he needs to do next but he can't get his damn fingers to stop shaking. He almost drops his phone when he digs it out of his pocket. He's never been more grateful for speed dial, he thinks before holding the phone to his ear. It sounds far too loud in the oppressive silence. One. Two. Three. “Stiles?” He lets out a breath. Everything's going to be okay. "Yeah sorry to call you on your day off but I could use your help with something. Do you think you can get here anytime soon?" There's a long silence on the end of the line. "I'll be there in ten."

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Derek stares down at the motionless body at the foot of the stairs, a long list of expletives running through his head. One glance is all he needs to ascertain that the man is dead. Very dead. The head is cracked at an alarming angle and there’s a steadily growing pool of blood creeping across the uneven floorboards. It's an awful lot of blood for a broken neck but there are some things in the world that can walk away that. He should know, he's one of them. But this man… this man smells distinctly fucking human. Derek lifts his eyes back to Stiles who has been fidgeting restlessly the whole time, and rises one silent eyebrow. Stiles nods jerkily, grimacing as he twists a bloody cloth through his long, clever fingers. “Yeahhh… So. I – I er… need your help,” he says somewhat redundantly, gesturing towards the body. Derek's other eyebrow joins his first. Stiles waves him off, almost flinging the damn cloth with the movement. He fumbles at the last moment, hands flying out to catch hold of it before squeezes it tight between his fists. “Heh. Yeah. I know – understatement!” he laughs flatly before glancing up, eyes wild and slightly glassy. “Can you, er… help me get rid of him?” Stiles makes a shooing gesture, inadvertently wafting the scent of fear and death directly at Derek. He raises his eyebrows further and resists the urge to sneeze. He's actually somewhat relieved. He shouldn't be, he knows that. He should be calling it in. Giving forensics the heads up and letting the detectives do the rest. He should be taking pictures for evidence. He should be fucking arresting Stiles on suspicion of murder. Fuck his fucking life. Instead of doing any of this, he looks away first, using the moment to reflect on how perpetually screwed he is. He scans the body with a trained detachedness, eyebrows drawing into a frown as he takes in the height of the sweeping wooden staircase, the blood splattered on the nosing, the way it’s smeared across the treads. “He's definitely dead then,” Derek says, automatic and unguarded sarcasm falling flat even to his own ears as he leans back on old habits during these trying times. Stiles, unfortunately, thinks he is serious. “Are your eyes broken?” he yelps incredulously, flailing towards the body and sending another cocktail of scents directly up Derek’s nose. “Do you see the angle of his head?” Stiles makes an abortive motion before he shakes his head and strides up to Derek's side and gestures emphatically at the corpse. “Yes he's fucking dead! - Do you want to check for a pulse? Or do you think I need to call for a second opinion from Beacon Hills finest?” “Do you want my help or not?” Derek growls back, turning to meet Stiles' challenge as he slips into Derek's personal space. Derek bares his teeth, standing his ground and refusing to give way as he slowly folds his arms across his chest. Relief sparks in Stiles' amber eyes and Derek watches Stiles fight back a grin, tongue darting out to tease his bottom lip and he can't look away. “So you'll do it? You'll help me?” Of course Derek's going to fucking help him – is if that was ever in question. Derek is a sucker for anything that Stiles would ask of him and he fucking knows it. His features remain blank and impassive as he holds Stiles' gaze for a beat longer than is necessary, as if considering his options before he turns away and sighs loudly though his nose. “You got a plastic sheet or something?” he asks, teeth itching as the scent of blood and Stiles twists around him. He definitely shouldn’t like it as much as he does. Stiles lets out an intense sigh of relief that sounds a lot like a groan and Derek has to close his eyes for a beat. Fuck his fucking life.

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Okay... no pressure WHATSOEVER tags to the usual suspects @hellameyers @jadezdominion @gege-wondering-around @patolemus @seaweed-water

And the new suspects @teencopandthesourwolf @violetfairydust

And @oldefashioned and @cantchangemypast in case you wanted to read.

[gege-wondering-around]

!!when you get this, list 5 songs you like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to the last 10 people in your notifs (positivity is cool!!)

thanks for the ask darling! this is very mixed, yet hope someone will enojoy!

[mustardyellowsunshine]

@shinidamachu @superpixie42 YOU GUYS you’re making me so verklempt!! 😭💖😭💖 ILU you both, you’re gems of the fandom

[bixels]

Always an experience watching the leftism leave FNAF fans when someone mentions that Scott Cawthon financially backed fascist politicians.

The switch from posting hardline leftist tweets about boycotts and signal boosts and critical takedowns of politicians and celebrities to ‘ohhh, well. everyone makes mistakes. who can blame him, listen he. he donated money to gay charities too. that makes it ok! a millionaire in his forties is allowed to have political beliefs. does it even matter? just let it go!’ is whiplash inducing. The antivaxxer celebrities have got to go, but this one horror dev who quietly handed wads of cash to antivax lawmakers? He’s chill, he can stay.

The charity thing is so funny too because suddenly utilitarian positive-negative point counting is the way to go. Maybe an abacus would help calculate the net good of donating to the Trevor Project minus donating thousands of dollars to Mitch McConnell and Donald Trump. -10 points if I push a kid in a lake but +11 points if I help an old lady across the street, so I’m chill. You can’t judge me. Hey, maybe. Just don’t push a kid in the lake period. How fucking low is the bar when we’re excusing maxing out the possible dollar amount of donations to Mitch fucking McConnell. That should be like. Default you’re a bad person.

[andy-clutterbuck]

The Ones Who Live - 1x01 - Years