rachel. 23.
sideblogs: @zukkababey & @bvckandeddie
I do believe in the power of sitting in your car just a little longer before heading inside, lying upside down on the couch, cloud gazing well into adulthood, taking the time to learn something new, humility, recollecting your dreams, pressing something warm against your belly, small talk w strangers, odes to romance, a lit candle on your countertop while you cook, having a sense of humor about life
thinking about teen wolf you are all so surprised. when stiles gets possessed and derek's like "oh you think STILES is the nogitsune?? (arrested development voice) Her? i could punt that guy across a parking lot why would anything want to possess him I Am Feeling Normal About This And We Have It All Under Control." and then everyone takes like two seconds to think about it and they're like "oh my god we forgot he's smarter than us. he's literally smarter than all of us oh my god. haha fuck. his brain is so big and he was already insane before this. and he's not even that SKINNY". that was good. that was fun. all of that happened word for word by the way.
i do think like at least half the interactions that people have with stiles are punctuated by the exact same thought, which is just "ah. shit. i forgot he's smarter and meaner than i am. next time you talk to this guy Do Not forget that he's smarter and meaner than you." and then of course they forget about the smartness and the meanness and it happens all over again. stiles is like "well i think we should drug and kill this person actually" and everyone's like "wtf why would you say that" and it's like? that's all he EVER says. everything that comes out of his mouth is a variation of "calculated murder is an option and i'd be so fucking good at it if you guys would just LET ME". why won't they let him. like. spread your wings, dude. use them to smother people or something.
me having a bad day: well at least it’s still not as bad as literally anything any character of tamsyn muir’s new york times bestselling tetralogy, the locked tomb series, has experienced
"And then he was gone. And I knew right then and there that I was never going to let anybody get by me without understanding they might be hurting inside, you know. Cause life, it's hard. It's real hard."
thinking about van's "im not scared of you tai,im never gonna be scared of you" and how when faced with other tai in her apartment she just straight up said "what do you want". I'm thinking about how van kept her word even after all those years.
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@eowon @rogerzsteven @devirnis and @thewolvesof1998 all tagged me in temptation Tuesday! Let’s see do I have any new temptations…
Well this fic is me giving into temptation instead of writing like any of the longer more pressing fic ideas I have going ahshsh
This scene popped into my mind and I feel like I should find someplace to put it. Maybe it could go in proposal fic?
“Dad?”
Buck’s head does a little swivel around the room at Christopher’s voice. “Think he’s in the backyard, kid.”
“No-“ Chris frowns a little, coming close enough to tug on Buck’s sleeve. “I mean… Dad. Buck, Dad.”
Buck blinks, once and then several times very rapidly. This morning Eddie had told him Christopher wanted to try something, smiling a mischievous little smile as he’d given him the mysterious heads up, but Buck hadn’t expected this. He swallows and tries to play it cool even as tears are forming in his eyes. “Oh- uh- Yeah?”
“Can I go play Minecraft? Dennis and Leah said they were going to be online.” Chris’ face is so open and innocent, like he maybe just forgot its chore day in the Diaz house and last Buck checked he hadn’t even really started on his room yet. “Please, Dad?”
Buck’s still watery eyes narrow. “You’re a little bit evil,” he says, pointing at him. Chris just keeps smiling serenely like he’s never even heard of the concept of weaseling out of responsibilities, never even thought about emotionally bribing his poor old Buck.
“Dad?“ Biiiig eyes. "Can I?”
“… No?” It comes out warbly and high pitched and completely unsure.
"No to what?” Eddie comes down the hallway, wiping dirty hands on his old worn chore day jeans.
“Nothing,” Chris says, innocently, beginning to giggle.
He full on cackles as Buck loops an arm around him and gives him a gentle noogie. “You gremlin,” Buck grins, holding the kid as he squirms. He looks up at Eddie, who’s smiling down at the two of them so fondly. Dad? Buck mouths, feeling once again the sort of freefall swoop he gets in his stomach whenever he finds a new way the Diaz family have seamlessly fit him into their lives. Eddie does a little head tilt nod, smile even warmer. Then his eyebrows scrunch up and he points to Chris. What did he do? Buck shakes his head with an eye roll that does nothing to dim how happy he’s sure he looks. “You gotta clean your room, child o’ mine, video games later."
"Fine,” Chris says, voice still laced with laughter. Buck loosens his hold to let him go get on with it, but pulls him into something more like a hug before he does.
“Hey,” he says, overwhelmed for a moment by how big this kid has grown. He’d been so small, a million years ago in a school parking lot after an earthquake. “I love you so much.”
Buck feels Chris’ smile where he presses it into Buck’s shoulder. “Love you too, Dad.”
And then I guess every current wip is kind of tempting me from every other one… I should list ‘em out and find some writing game to reblog to make you guys bully me into working on them.
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