this is Jake Peralta, oops.
Derek is furious. His tie is uncomfortably tight, the car is ridiculously hot, and his partner is giving him sad eyes from across the console.
"I am sorry, Derek,” Stiles says again. “I’m sorry the big anniversary dinner was ruined by the literal axe murderer coming home, and I’m sorry I called you in—”
"You didn’t call me in," Derek interrupts, "You called the restaurant."
"I didn’t want anyone to think you were sitting on your lonesome because you’d been stood up!"
"I was stood up. My husband was otherwise engaged."
"But— they didn’t know that! I didn’t want anyone thinking you were alone and waiting because I had chosen not to be there."
Derek snorts, casts a glance at him, “I worked out why you were late, Stiles. Why didn’t you just call me?”
“Because,” Stiles sighs, runs a hand through his hair, and his ring catches in the street light, makes Derek feel warm and settled even after two years of looking at it. “I hate the idea of work taking over our lives, and I hate not being able to spend time with you that’s just… ours. If I start using your cell to call you in to work it’s like… we don’t have any space. Just for us.”
Derek shifts in his seat, keeps one eye on the house as he turns to face Stiles, “Do you not want to work together any more?”
The drug store’s eerily quiet as Stiles moves through it. He’d hear a creeper from a mile away— they make a weird groaning, growly thing that keeps him up at night— and without music, or the chatter of any shoppers it’s deathly silent.
Deathly, heh, is he allowed to find something awfully, hilariously ironic about that phrase now?
He’d probably have found it funny before, too.
Scott’d be rolling his eyes at him if Stiles shared the pun, but he’d gone left towards the supermarket (and the beautiful crossbow wielder Allison Argent Scott’s been following around camp since she arrived ten days ago).
Stiles is alone, with no one to share the joke with.
Okay, so, he’s less alone. There’s a gun pressed to the side of his head, and he’s got no idea how the fuck someone crept up on him so quickly.
"I don’t have any cash on me," he starts with, turns slowly with his hands raised, takes in the man beside him, and oh. “Shit, it’s you again?”
Derek lowers his gun, rolls his eyes, “Yep.”
If at first you don’t succeed, redefine success.
I reblogged this at like 4am and I’ve spent the whole day thinking about it and randomly laughing
MY OPINION ON THINGS CHANGE FREQUENTLY AS I LEARN MORE STUFF ABOUT THE THING PLEASE DO NOT HOLD ME ACCOUNTABLE FOR SOMETHING I SAID THREE YEARS AGO
I reblog this everytime it is on my dash
fun statistics for adults!
“when I was a kid, I had no help with college tuition, I was hardworking and paid it all myself”
-Annual tuition for Yale, 1970: $2,550
-Annual tuition for Yale, 2014: $45,800
-Minimum Wage, 1970: $1.45
-Minimum Wage, 2014: $7.25
-Daily hours at minimum wage needed to pay for tuition in 1970: 4.8
-Daily hours at minimum wage needed to pay for tuition in 2014: 17.3
Whenever you’re feeling down, just remember that Mulan was a real person.
Hua Mulan went to war at 15 years old and eventually led the army for almost a decade, leading countless attacks and winning victories for China. Decorated with honors, she returned home to her happy, living parents. When her army friends visited her, they found out that she was a woman and accepted it.
Next excuse for limiting women’s rights, please.
nemi is an inspiration