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Other than landing the role of Simon, I would have to say my biggest achievement was making the decision that this life is what I wanted before I knew anything about acting. I knew I loved it but to make it my life, to choose this industry and lifestyle is not an easy thing to do when all you hear growing up is how hard it is and how the chances of success are rather slim. But, coming to the realization that this was my passion and my dream then choosing to follow it rather than listen to the critics is a huge achievement in and that of itself. To believe in yourself wholeheartedly over and over again, I would say nothing comes close to that.   Happy 25th birthday, Alberto Carlos Rosende III (February 14th, 1993)

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“Light cannot exist without darkeness.” “The Moon has a dark side, the Sun’s heat is unforgiving, and even Heaven can be… corrupted.”

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Stargate: SG-1  — Season 4  {Sentence Starters}

“No, I don’t think so.“

“It was your stupid idea.“

“I said it was easy, not wise.“

“Do you not find me attractive?”

“I didn’t hear you tell me to shut up.“

“Should have brought more snacks.“

“I think I just asked him not to kill me.“

“Glad I’ve been such a positive influence.“

“OK. Let’s keep this simple! Who are you?“

“Perhaps, next time, I will not be so forgiving.“

“Well, for once, yes. Would you hear me out?“

“You’re lucky you didn’t kill any of those men!“

“What kind of archaeologist carries a weapon?“

“Well, that’s very flattering, but I’m not an alien.”

“Well, they say the first one’s always the hardest.“

“Your strength is five times that of a normal human.“

“So, this is the place you kept threatening to take me.”

“Okay, I’m here two hours early. When did you get in?“

“Anyway, that’s just how I feel about it. What do you think?”

“If we don’t find a way out of this soon�� I’m going to lose it.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone enjoy oatmeal so much.“

“If I say ‘What?’ and you say ‘It’s classified’, I’m gonna shoot you.”

“We’re the guys with the guns, which means you answer our questions!“

“I mean, it’s just the most unbelievable, incredible thing I’ve ever experienced!“

“Wait a minute, you’re actually saying that you need someone dumber than you are?“

“Can we stop agreeing on how we’re going to die and start doing something about it?”

“I have misgivings about this mission, but deep down I know we’re doing the right thing.”

“Look, there are so many reasons this is wrong… and weird… and wrong? Did I mention wrong?“

“Lose it. It means go crazy. Nuts. Insane. Bonzo. No longer in possession of one’s faculties. Three fries short of a happy meal… WACKO!”

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Isabelle blinked at the extended hand, staring at him for a moment before reaching out to take it, her grip firm and sure. “Isabelle,” she said with a smile. “Isabelle Caro.” She took a deep breath, instantly regretting it as the smell of burning flesh invaded her senses. She made a face, turning away from the charred corpse.

“So… what? This is just, a normal Saturday night for you guys, or what?” she asked, a frown tugging at her lips as she kept her attention on the man across from her, rather than the rather disjusting burning corpse she really did not want to think about. “You just… fight demons in clubs while nobody’s looking?”

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"Isabelle, that's a pretty name..." Simon shook her hand, weirdly overcome with an urge to kiss the back of her knuckles like some knight-and-princess mundie movie. But Clary would make fun of him FOREVER if he did that.

Simon stepped back and reminded himself to focus on the actual issue. She was just so distracting, even her little nose-crinkle of disgust was pretty!

He shrugged. "Basically. Normal Saturday, normal Wednesday, normal Monday. Not always clubs, but, wherever the demons are."

Heaven Sent | Isabelle and Simon

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What you’re feeling right now isn’t d e a t h.

It’s a life, a new kind of l i f e.

O p e n your eyes, Dean.

S e e what I see.

Feel what I f e e l.

Let’s go take a h o w l at that moon.

Indie & Semi-Selective Dean Winchester By Jill

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What you’re feeling right now isn’t d e a t h.

It’s a life, a new kind of l i f e.

O p e n your eyes, Dean.

S e e what I see.

Feel what I f e e l.

Let’s go take a h o w l at that moon.

Indie & Semi-Selective Dean Winchester By Jill

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LGBT+ PRIDE (❁´▽`❁)*✲ﾟ*

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                   🌕 What are you smiling about?                                 You’re gonna be good at this. 🐺

                                     Scott McCall ║Derek Hale

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Muse List ~ Mobile

Here’s a simplified list of muses written by maybeDani. For the more detailed and prettier desktop version, click here. (Part of these blogs are still under construction, so some of these links don’t exist yet, but just send me an ask or a pm for more details!)

sideblog: skinnydefenselesshuman | NEW ADDITION! | open | about | wishlist

sideblog: semiretiredvampirehunter | ACTIVE | open for plotting! | about | wishlist

sideblog: snarkybritishvampire | semi-hiatus | plotting slowly | about | wishlist

here on the multi | no active threads | crossovers wanted! | about | wishlist

here on the multi | no active threads | crossovers wanted! | about | wishlist

here on the multi | low activity | open | about | wishlist

here on the multi | low activity | open | about | wishlist

here on the multi | NEW ADDITION! | open | about | wishlist 

here on the multi | NEW ADDITION! | open | about | wishlist

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So yeah, I made Stiles his own sideblog since he was taking over the multimuse here. I had more stuff for him in drafts that was just gifsets and inspiration than everyone else, so it makes sense to separate him out. After all, that’s what I use my multimuse for in the first place.

One day I will make proper promos, but today is not that day.

PSA: I LIED

I lied to myself when I said I wasn’t gonna make Stiles his own sideblog so soon. Here it is, and it’s got some gifsets and stuff in the queue, because I’m a sucker for all Teen Wolf content in general and Stiles in particular.

But because I’m a very very naughty rp-er, I don’t actually have enough threads to fill this up with actual roleplay content, so I’m really really REALLY going to need some new plots STAT.

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💓 for Stiles

Send 💓 for a heated kiss. | all open memes

In response to this drabble you wrote for me from the same meme

Stiles pouted and fumed on the couch the whole time he could hear Derek putzing around in the kitchen making sandwiches. Curse him for being RIGHT about what would ultimately get Stiles to shut up and sit still. Caring for his sprained ankle with less gentle concern and more… assertive command. Seriously, not even fair. 

Once the werewolf returned with a PB&J sandwich –cut diagonally, properly– he leaned over the couch to hand it to his charge with one of his normal casual grunts. 

But when Stiles reached out, it wasn’t for the plate, but for Derek’s shirt collar. He pulled the werewolf down, knocking away the arm that the other tried to throw out to brace himself, leaving Derek no way to avoid landing solidly on Stiles’ chest. The human wasted no time catching his companion’s lips as soon as they were in range, and taking advantage of the breath being knocked out of him to deepen the contact. With the full weight of the well-muscled werewolf on top of him, Stiles ran his hands appreciatively down that defined torso to his waist, holding Derek in to show him just where he wanted him.

Once the momentum of the fall settled, and the elder’s hands were free to explore and claim territory of their own, Stiles felt his heartbeat pick up at the fervor with which his kiss was returned. Thoughts of PB&J sandwiches and sprained ankle were easily lost to firm hands and hungry mouths as the heat mounted between the pair. 

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💝 for R2

Send 💝 for a platonic kiss. | all open memes

>Mission failure imminent. >R2-D2 repeated the analysis to C-3PO:>«🔴 ⁰¹¹¹⁰¹⁰⁰ ⁰¹¹⁰¹⁰⁰⁰ ⁰¹¹⁰¹⁰⁰¹ ⁰¹¹¹⁰⁰¹¹ ⁰⁰¹⁰⁰⁰⁰⁰ ⁰¹¹¹⁰⁰¹¹ ⁰¹¹⁰¹⁰¹¹ ⁰¹¹⁰¹⁰⁰¹ ⁰¹¹⁰¹¹¹⁰ ⁰¹¹⁰⁰⁰¹⁰ ⁰¹¹⁰⁰⁰⁰¹ ⁰¹¹⁰⁰¹¹¹ ⁰⁰¹⁰⁰⁰⁰⁰ ⁰¹¹⁰¹⁰⁰¹ ⁰¹¹¹⁰⁰¹¹ ⁰⁰¹⁰⁰⁰⁰⁰ ⁰¹¹¹⁰¹⁰¹ ⁰¹¹¹⁰⁰¹¹ ⁰¹¹⁰⁰¹⁰¹ ⁰¹¹⁰¹¹⁰⁰ ⁰¹¹⁰⁰¹⁰¹ ⁰¹¹¹⁰⁰¹¹ ⁰¹¹¹⁰⁰¹¹🔴» ❝ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴋɪɴʙᴀɢ ɪꜱ ᴜꜱᴇʟᴇꜱꜱ.❞

>❝That was rude❗❕ Artoo, apologize❗❕❞ C-3PO always sounded indignant. >The human in question just looked perpetually confused.

>R2-D2 rotated his camera and speakers towards Potter-Harry so he would know he was being addressed:>«🔵⁰¹¹¹⁰⁰¹¹ ⁰¹¹⁰¹¹¹¹ ⁰¹¹¹⁰⁰¹⁰ ⁰¹¹¹⁰⁰¹⁰ ⁰¹¹¹¹⁰⁰¹ ⁰⁰¹⁰⁰⁰⁰⁰ ⁰¹¹⁰⁰⁰¹⁰ ⁰¹¹¹⁰¹⁰¹ ⁰¹¹¹⁰¹⁰⁰ ⁰⁰¹⁰⁰⁰⁰⁰ ⁰¹¹⁰¹⁰⁰¹ ⁰¹¹¹⁰¹⁰⁰ ⁰⁰¹⁰⁰¹¹¹ ⁰¹¹¹⁰⁰¹¹ ⁰⁰¹⁰⁰⁰⁰⁰ ⁰¹¹¹⁰¹⁰⁰ ⁰¹¹¹⁰⁰¹⁰ ⁰¹¹¹⁰¹⁰¹ ⁰¹¹⁰⁰¹⁰¹ ⁰⁰¹⁰¹¹¹⁰ ⁰⁰¹⁰⁰⁰⁰⁰ 🔴 ⁰¹¹¹¹⁰⁰¹ ⁰¹¹⁰¹¹¹¹ ⁰¹¹¹⁰¹⁰¹ ⁰⁰¹⁰⁰⁰⁰⁰ ⁰¹¹⁰⁰⁰¹¹ ⁰¹¹⁰⁰⁰⁰¹ ⁰¹¹⁰¹¹¹⁰ ⁰⁰¹⁰⁰¹¹¹ ⁰¹¹¹⁰¹⁰⁰ ⁰⁰¹⁰⁰⁰⁰⁰ ⁰¹¹¹⁰¹⁰¹ ⁰¹¹¹⁰⁰¹¹ ⁰¹¹⁰⁰¹⁰¹ ⁰⁰¹⁰⁰⁰⁰⁰ ⁰¹¹¹⁰¹⁰⁰ ⁰¹¹⁰¹⁰⁰⁰ ⁰¹¹⁰⁰¹⁰¹ ⁰⁰¹⁰⁰⁰⁰⁰ ⁰¹¹⁰¹¹⁰¹ ⁰¹¹⁰¹⁰⁰¹ ⁰¹¹⁰¹¹¹⁰ ⁰¹¹⁰⁰¹⁰⁰ ⁰⁰¹⁰¹¹⁰¹ ⁰¹¹¹⁰¹⁰⁰ ⁰¹¹¹⁰⁰¹⁰ ⁰¹¹⁰¹⁰⁰¹ ⁰¹¹⁰⁰⁰¹¹ ⁰¹¹⁰¹⁰¹¹ ⁰⁰¹⁰⁰⁰⁰⁰ ⁰¹¹¹⁰⁰¹¹ ⁰¹¹⁰¹¹¹¹ ⁰⁰¹⁰⁰⁰⁰⁰ ⁰¹¹¹⁰¹¹¹ ⁰¹¹⁰⁰¹⁰¹ ⁰⁰¹⁰⁰¹¹¹ ⁰¹¹¹⁰⁰¹⁰ ⁰¹¹⁰⁰¹⁰¹ ⁰⁰¹⁰⁰⁰⁰⁰ ⁰¹¹⁰⁰¹¹¹ ⁰¹¹⁰¹¹¹¹ ⁰¹¹⁰¹⁰⁰¹ ⁰¹¹⁰¹¹¹⁰ ⁰¹¹⁰⁰¹¹¹ ⁰⁰¹⁰⁰⁰⁰⁰ ⁰¹¹¹⁰¹⁰⁰ ⁰¹¹⁰¹¹¹¹ ⁰⁰¹⁰⁰⁰⁰⁰ ⁰¹¹⁰¹¹¹⁰ ⁰¹¹⁰⁰¹⁰¹ ⁰¹¹⁰⁰¹⁰¹ ⁰¹¹⁰⁰¹⁰⁰ ⁰⁰¹⁰⁰⁰⁰⁰ ⁰¹¹⁰⁰⁰⁰¹ ⁰⁰¹⁰⁰⁰⁰⁰ ⁰¹¹⁰⁰¹⁰⁰ ⁰¹¹⁰¹⁰⁰¹ ⁰¹¹¹⁰⁰¹¹ ⁰¹¹¹⁰¹⁰⁰ ⁰¹¹¹⁰⁰¹⁰ ⁰¹¹⁰⁰⁰⁰¹ ⁰¹¹⁰⁰⁰¹¹ ⁰¹¹¹⁰¹⁰⁰ ⁰¹¹⁰¹⁰⁰¹ ⁰¹¹⁰¹¹¹¹ ⁰¹¹⁰¹¹¹⁰ ⁰⁰¹⁰⁰⁰⁰⁰ ⁰¹¹¹⁰¹⁰⁰ ⁰¹¹⁰¹¹¹¹ ⁰⁰¹⁰⁰⁰⁰⁰ ⁰¹¹¹⁰⁰¹¹ ⁰¹¹⁰¹¹¹⁰ ⁰¹¹⁰⁰¹⁰¹ ⁰¹¹⁰⁰⁰⁰¹ ⁰¹¹⁰¹⁰¹¹ ⁰⁰¹⁰⁰⁰⁰⁰ ⁰¹¹⁰¹⁰⁰¹ ⁰¹¹⁰¹¹¹⁰ ⁰⁰¹⁰¹¹¹⁰ 🔵 ⁰⁰¹⁰⁰⁰⁰⁰ ⁰¹¹⁰¹⁰⁰⁰ ⁰¹¹⁰¹¹¹¹ ⁰¹¹¹⁰¹¹¹ ⁰⁰¹⁰⁰⁰⁰⁰ ⁰¹¹⁰⁰⁰⁰¹ ⁰¹¹⁰⁰⁰¹⁰ ⁰¹¹⁰¹¹¹¹ ⁰¹¹¹⁰¹⁰¹ ⁰¹¹¹⁰¹⁰⁰ ⁰⁰¹⁰⁰⁰⁰⁰ ⁰¹¹¹¹⁰⁰¹ ⁰¹¹⁰¹¹¹¹ ⁰¹¹¹⁰¹⁰¹ ⁰⁰¹⁰⁰⁰⁰⁰ ⁰¹¹¹⁰¹⁰⁰ ⁰¹¹¹⁰⁰¹⁰ ⁰¹¹¹¹⁰⁰¹ ⁰⁰¹⁰⁰⁰⁰⁰ ⁰¹¹¹⁰¹⁰⁰ ⁰¹¹⁰¹⁰⁰⁰ ⁰¹¹⁰⁰¹⁰¹ ⁰⁰¹⁰⁰⁰⁰⁰ ⁰¹¹⁰¹¹⁰¹ ⁰¹¹⁰¹¹¹¹ ⁰¹¹¹⁰¹⁰¹ ⁰¹¹¹⁰¹⁰⁰ ⁰¹¹⁰¹⁰⁰⁰ ⁰⁰¹⁰¹¹⁰¹ ⁰¹¹¹⁰¹⁰⁰ ⁰¹¹⁰¹⁰⁰⁰ ⁰¹¹⁰¹⁰⁰¹ ⁰¹¹⁰¹¹¹⁰ ⁰¹¹⁰⁰¹¹¹ ⁰⁰¹¹¹¹¹¹🔵» ❝ꜱᴏʀʀʏ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ’ꜱ ᴛʀᴜᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ ᴜꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪɴᴅ-ᴛʀɪᴄᴋ ꜱᴏ ᴡᴇ’ʀᴇ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴅɪꜱᴛʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ꜱɴᴇᴀᴋ ɪɴ. ʜᴏᴡ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ-ᴛʜɪɴɢ?❞

>❝What was–you mean Master Harry would KISS the sentry as a distraction❓❗❕ My word…❗❕❞

>The bio-bod lit red in the face, like like indicator lights under his skin. >“But I… I’m afraid I’m not a very good kisser…”

>«🔴⁰¹⁰⁰⁰⁰¹⁰ ⁰¹¹⁰¹¹¹¹ ⁰¹¹⁰¹¹⁰⁰ ⁰¹¹⁰¹¹⁰⁰ ⁰¹¹⁰¹¹¹¹ ⁰¹¹⁰⁰⁰¹¹ ⁰¹¹⁰¹⁰¹¹ ⁰¹¹¹⁰⁰¹¹ ⁰⁰¹⁰⁰⁰⁰¹🔴»❝ʙᴏʟʟᴏᴄᴋꜱ!❞>R2-D2 liked the word that he’s picked from the strangely-accented human, once C-3PO had helped establish a translation. One word that also meant ‘genitals’ and ‘this is inconvenient’ in addition to the current usage of ‘UNTRUE.’

>«🔵⁰¹⁰⁰¹¹⁰¹ ⁰¹¹⁰¹¹¹¹ ⁰¹¹¹⁰¹⁰¹ ⁰¹¹¹⁰¹⁰⁰ ⁰¹¹⁰¹⁰⁰⁰ ⁰⁰¹⁰¹¹⁰¹ ⁰¹¹¹⁰¹⁰⁰ ⁰¹¹⁰¹⁰⁰⁰ ⁰¹¹⁰¹⁰⁰¹ ⁰¹¹⁰¹¹¹⁰ ⁰¹¹⁰⁰¹¹¹ ⁰⁰¹⁰⁰⁰⁰⁰ ⁰¹¹⁰¹⁰⁰¹ ⁰¹¹¹⁰⁰¹¹ ⁰⁰¹⁰⁰⁰⁰⁰ ⁰¹¹⁰⁰¹⁰¹ ⁰¹¹⁰⁰⁰⁰¹ ⁰¹¹¹⁰⁰¹¹ ⁰¹¹¹¹⁰⁰¹ ⁰⁰¹¹¹⁰¹¹ ⁰⁰¹⁰⁰⁰⁰⁰ ⁰¹¹⁰¹⁰⁰¹ ⁰¹¹¹⁰¹⁰⁰ ⁰⁰¹⁰⁰⁰⁰⁰ ⁰¹¹⁰¹⁰⁰¹ ⁰¹¹¹⁰⁰¹¹ ⁰⁰¹⁰⁰⁰⁰⁰ ⁰¹¹¹⁰⁰⁰⁰ ⁰¹¹¹⁰⁰¹⁰ ⁰¹¹⁰⁰¹⁰¹ ⁰⁰¹⁰¹¹⁰¹ ⁰¹¹¹⁰⁰⁰⁰ ⁰¹¹¹⁰⁰¹⁰ ⁰¹¹⁰¹¹¹¹ ⁰¹¹⁰⁰¹¹¹ ⁰¹¹¹⁰⁰¹⁰ ⁰¹¹⁰⁰⁰⁰¹ ⁰¹¹⁰¹¹⁰¹ ⁰¹¹⁰¹¹⁰¹ ⁰¹¹⁰⁰¹⁰¹ ⁰¹¹⁰⁰¹⁰⁰ ⁰⁰¹⁰⁰⁰⁰⁰ ⁰¹¹⁰⁰¹¹⁰ ⁰¹¹⁰¹¹¹¹ ⁰¹¹¹⁰⁰¹⁰ ⁰⁰¹⁰⁰⁰⁰⁰ ⁰¹¹⁰¹¹⁰¹ ⁰¹¹⁰¹¹¹¹ ⁰¹¹¹⁰⁰¹¹ ⁰¹¹¹⁰¹⁰⁰ ⁰⁰¹⁰⁰⁰⁰⁰ ⁰¹¹⁰⁰¹¹⁰ ⁰¹¹⁰¹¹⁰⁰ ⁰¹¹⁰⁰¹⁰¹ ⁰¹¹¹⁰⁰¹¹ ⁰¹¹⁰¹⁰⁰⁰ ⁰¹¹¹⁰⁰⁰⁰ ⁰¹¹⁰¹¹¹¹ ⁰¹¹⁰⁰¹⁰⁰ ⁰¹¹¹⁰⁰¹¹ ⁰⁰¹⁰¹¹¹⁰🔴»❝ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ-ᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪꜱ ᴇᴀꜱʏ; ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ᴘʀᴇ-ᴘʀᴏɢʀᴀᴍᴍᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ꜰʟᴇꜱʜᴘᴏᴅꜱ.❞>R2-D2 rolled to the nearby viewscreen console, plugged into the interface, and loaded up a series of video files of lifeform couples thusly engaged to play on the monitor.

>Then, before C-3PO could intervene, the astromech motored back over to Potter-Harry.

>«🔵⁰¹⁰¹⁰¹⁰⁰ ⁰¹¹⁰¹⁰⁰⁰ ⁰¹¹⁰⁰¹⁰¹ ⁰¹¹¹¹⁰⁰¹ ⁰⁰¹⁰⁰⁰⁰⁰ ⁰¹¹⁰⁰¹⁰⁰ ⁰¹¹⁰¹¹¹¹ ⁰⁰¹⁰⁰⁰⁰⁰ ⁰¹¹⁰¹¹⁰⁰ ⁰¹¹⁰¹⁰⁰¹ ⁰¹¹⁰¹⁰¹¹ ⁰¹¹⁰⁰¹⁰¹ ⁰⁰¹⁰⁰⁰⁰⁰ ⁰¹¹¹⁰¹⁰⁰ ⁰¹¹⁰¹⁰⁰⁰ ⁰¹¹⁰¹⁰⁰¹ ⁰¹¹¹⁰⁰¹¹ ⁰⁰¹⁰¹¹⁰⁰🔵»❝ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ,❞came out as a whistle rising encouragingly in pitch;>R2-D2 rotated his ‘legs’ up to his full height, about even with the way the human was sitting;>then proceeded to tip slowly forward the way the lifeforms on the viewscreen did, aiming closer to Potter-Harry’s face;>[none of the droid’s tool-arms could convey the softness of skin (or fully comprehend it) but the data-probe attachment already activated on the monitor terminal mimicked the open-close motion of the human mouth as well as any of his apparatus could]>so the cold metal data-probe poked with a small open-close against Potter-Harry’s cheek.

>«🔵 ⁰¹⁰⁰⁰¹⁰¹ ⁰¹¹⁰⁰⁰⁰¹ ⁰¹¹¹⁰⁰¹¹ ⁰¹¹¹¹⁰⁰¹ ⁰⁰¹⁰¹¹¹⁰ 🔴»❝ᴇᴀꜱʏ.❞

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Stiles Stilinski was a man of ACTION. Not a child of ‘stay in bed and be coddled.’ That was why he played lacrosse even though he wasn’t very good at it, why he chased after monsters with a baseball bat even though he didn’t have superpowers, why he went skiing yesterday even though he didn’t know how. And why he would probably try again today even though he’d already sprained his ankle. 

But Scott, who knew him better than anybody, also knew he would try. So that was why Stiles woke to the sound of his supposed best friend trying to sneak off with the ski poles that Stiles had insisted on using as crutches to get around last night. To which the human’s obvious response was to jump out of bed and tackle the sneaky werewolf, bringing them both down in a tangle of limbs, blankets, skis, ski poles, and... another ankle sprain. With Stiles’ ankle re-twisted, the ‘True Alpha’ got his way when, summoned by the commotion, Liam and Mason lifted Stiles back into the bed, and Malia sat on his chest to keep him from moving, while Lydia lectured, and Scott re-bandaged his foot like an injured puppy. No amount of reason OR whining could prevail after the pack’s protective instincts had been triggered, and it was only for the sake of bathroom breaks that they didn’t literally chain him to the bed with a set of full moon chains.

Once the last slam of the front door echoed silence through the cabin, Stiles swung his legs over the edge of the bed immediately. He was inching his toes to the floor to test his weight on them when he heard the rough voice and turned towards the bedroom door. He’d almost say that Derek had been deliberately ignoring him, except that the wolf had pretty much been ignoring all of them, leaving Beacon Hills entirely, for the past several months, and maintaining a broody silence ever since he reunited with them for this trip. And even though Stiles’ first instinct was to mock him for his loneliness, challenge the omega’s solitude... There was some deeper reason that Derek had come on this trip anyway. And And further reason why he had stayed behind with Stiles today, rather than going out to explore the the mountain, with or without the others. And Stiles would never get to know why if he alienated the wolf now--much less make it to the bathroom on his own today, he realized as the pressure mounted in his swollen ankle. “Forget that.” Leaning a hip against the edge of the bed to take his weight off the injured leg, Stiles held his arms out to the other man. “Help me out to the fireplace, at least? I can’t just lay in here all day...” At the gruff, if usual expression on Derek’s face, the human added an ingratiating smile. “Please?”

Frozen | Derek & Stiles

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Derek had been asking himself since the moment he’d caved why the hell he’d agreed to go on a skiing trip with Scott and this mismatched band of teenagers (adults now, but still teenagers to Derek) he called a pack. He had tried to pull himself out of the promise three separate times, but despite his surliest expression, Scott’s puppy-dog eyes got to him every damn time.

And since they’d all piled into a couple vehicles with a ridiculous amount of bags squished into every available space, it had been a comedy of errors. Or it would have been a comedy, if they were happening to someone else. They had to stop and duct-tape the jeep – who had the brilliant idea of bringing that thing up to a mountain anyway? Then they had to get off the highway in a tiny town with one department store because Malia didn’t pack boots. Then they had to go back to it after they were forty more miles down the road because Scott’s beta suddenly discovered that his didn’t fit anymore.

Actually arriving at the cabin should have been a relief – if it weren’t so bitterly cold. And, of course, there was no firewood already prepared inside. Derek had volunteered for that job. At least he got to blow off some steam chopping it. Then, after he revealed to a very dismayed Scott that he didn’t actually own skis, he got a little peace and quiet while they went out on the mountain, before it got dark. They came back before it got dark, too. Because Stiles had – obviously – managed to sprain his ankle.

Everyone was fussing over the pack mascot, and Derek concerned himself mostly with the fire. The heat was something he could control. He didn’t see the point worrying over Stiles when all that could really be done was ice and heat rotations, for the swelling, and ibuprofen for the pain. Otherwise, it just needed time.

Despite their concern the night it happened, though, by the next day, the group was ready to go back out on the slopes. Derek figured Stiles would insist on limping out there to be a cheerleader or something, but Scott pulled Derek a little aside while the others started to collect their things.

“Hey, Derek, could you look out for Stiles while we’re gone?”

Derek scowled at the young alpha. “Why doesn’t he go with you?” Scott gave him a pleading sort of look, and Derek sighed. “It’s not like he needs to be nursed. It’s a sprained ankle, not a heart condition.”

Scott smiled triumphantly. “Then it shouldn’t be too much of a chore, right?”

Derek stared at him. “Are you kidding me? Tolerating him is a chore!”

“Come on, Derek, please? You’re already staying behind, and he’s not going anywhere, so unless you were planning on taking a hike in the snow…”

Derek held his glare for a moment before he rolled his eyes. “Fine. But he’s gonna be just as thrilled about it as I am.”

Scott grinned at him with that obnoxious positivity of his. “I’m sure you guys can find something fun to do! We’ll be back around nightfall, alright?”

Derek just sighed at him in response and watched the group leave. He sulked by the fire, stoking it until it would actually die if he didn’t leave it alone. Then he walked back to the bedroom Stiles had been set up in and leaned against the door frame, arms crossed over his chest.

“Ice or heat?”

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Imagine your polyship having a kid(/s) and just playing endless games of “Ask your [X]”

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wearethestorm:

Soren had a long day ahead.  Well, he worked long days often – but he had decided this morning that he would take advantage of the rare opportunity to run sample tests through all the testing equipment, since things were rather slow this week.  He had already finished the reports that were due, and the next scheduled transfer wasn’t until tomorrow morning.  So barring any interruptions, he had the whole day to perform meticulous maintenance on his tools.

Until his favorite interruption lumbered into his workroom.  The spike of irritation at the click of the door was automatic, but so too was the way it tempered and transformed into fond warmth at the way his own name fell off of Ike’s lips.  Even if Soren wouldn’t have instantly recognized his voice, Ike was the only person who would even use that name.  Dr. Brand didn’t take kindly to not being addressed by his hard-earned title.

“In here,” he responded, just loud enough for his boyfriend to hear him, as though he didn’t already know where he could find the medical examiner.  He made himself focus on the test samples in front of him.  Even when he was trying not to be, Ike was just about he most distracting thing in Soren’s world, and if he didn’t concentrate until the last possible moment, he would lose confidence in the test’s accuracy and have to perform it all over again.

He had just released the solution into the small glass tube when the rumble of Ike’s voice in his ear sent a small shudder down his spine and implored him to ease just a fraction into the larger man’s embrace.  “Mm,” he responded, though he refused to let his empty stomach process the idea of food just yet.  Another distraction.  Once the tubes were settled in the machine, sealed and spinning in the chamber, Soren let his hand fall into his own right coat pocket just to brush his fingers over the back of Ike’s hand.  “If I must.”

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Reading the light contact to mean that Soren was done with work for now, Ike couldn’t resist returning the small gesture with one of his own. He tilted his head to brush his lips briefly against his boyfriend’s neck, nose sweeping through the curtain of dark hair, before stepping away to a more workplace-appropriate distance with his fingers twined in Soren’s to tug him gently away from the lab equipment. 

“Lunch is definitely a must,” Ike announced, patting his stomach with his free hand. “You’ve got no ‘guests’”--and he gestured to the empty slabs in the autopsy area--”to keep you busy today, and I really need a break from all these holiday whackos calling in, so we’re going OUT.” By this point, the detective had towed Soren over to the neat row of wall pegs by the desk, where he lifted the lab coat from the medical examiner’s shoulders and handed Soren’s winter coat to him instead. Ike’s own thick leather jacket was hung neatly next to it, just for the excuse of walking Soren to his office in the mornings and stopping in to see his love every time he had to leave during the day. 

Ike donned his own protection from the February chill while watching his companion do the same, determinedly holding back his instinct to protect the smaller man from the cold personally by buttoning up his coat for him. But he couldn’t resist wrapping the scarf securely around the ME’s exposed, pale neck, fingers combing through long hair so it would lie straight, and one firm press of lips to his boyfriend’s forehead. “Shh,” the detective mumbled, expecting Soren to complain about the affection in the workplace, but today Ike couldn’t hold back as long as they were alone in the lab. “Let’s get out of here,” he continued, stepping back to hold the door open, and following his lover out into the busy mess of desks and cops and paperwork and phones what stood between them and the street exit.

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