scott taking derek home with him and introducing him as “my boyfriend” to melissa over awkward family dinners where they hold hands under the table and derek chilling on scott’s bed while scott does his homework and tries not to get distracted and scott stealing derek’s…
No one wants Scott to kiss Stiles like Posey wants Scott to kiss Stiles.
Spike Jonze with M.I.A.
I Don’t Know How Much Vodka I Put In This But I’m Going To Drink It Anyways: a memoir
this nigga Deaton lol
Karen Lewis, President of the Chicago Teachers Union
A MUST read by Chicago Teachers Union president Karen Lewis. Standardized testing isn’t about improving education, it’s a way for the system to sort out which kids are meant to succeed and which are destined failure.
we interrupt this blog to remind you that in shakespeare’s day, and hamlet’s, suicide was guaranteed to send you to hell
and if you died without getting your last rites, etc, there was a good chance you would go to hell
so when horatio says to hamlet, “i am more an antique roman than a dane; here’s yet some liquor left”
what he is saying is, “i would rather follow you to hell than keep my chance of heaven without you”
this has been a post
Teen Wolf AU: Stiles starts speaking in innuendos around Derek. And making lewd suggestions. And calling him pet names. And generally being more obnoxious than ever, really. It picks up a couple months into post-nogitsune recovery; he figures this is how Stiles has to cope with the way their friendship was forced to grow after the revelation that, holy shit, Derek would die for him.
It’s not like the epiphany was a walk in the park for Derek, either. After all, he’d been the one bleeding out on the floor.
(While Scott had roared over his aching body, taking up a defensive stance to give Derek time to heal, he remembers thinking vaguely, ‘But I don’t even like Stiles,’ and wondering when that changed.)
It’s only when they’re alone, though, and they are sometimes. No one’s really eager to let anyone else out of their sight in the aftermath, and when Stiles ends up alone he consequently ends up at Derek’s, instead. Part of him wonders if Scott put him up to it all, maybe to scare Derek out of the pack, but that’s probably his old paranoia rearing its head in the midst of insecurity. The thing is, he doesn’t know how many more times he can ignore Stiles’ blatant behavior, how many more times he can let it roll off his back. Derek has put up with a lot these past few years but being made fun of for the sport of some seventeen-year-old is where he draws the line; if this is Stiles’ chosen road to recovery, he can follow it somewhere else.
Just when Derek thinks it’s tapered off, that Stiles will finally resort to his former, tried and true antics—ones that Derek can counter easily, ones that don’t involve Stiles bending over at every opportunity and a constant barrage of compliments to various parts of Derek’s body—he starts doing it in front of Scott. Scott, their alpha, Stiles’ best friend, who’s less than amused. To Derek’s surprise, Scott’s pique comes from the idea that they’re hiding a secret relationship from him rather than the potential of an actual relationship between the two of them. But an actual relationship— with Stiles? It’s ridiculous.
Except, if Derek’s honest with himself, maybe it isn’t.
Stiles always associates Scott speaking spanish with good and soothing things. Due to the fact that when they were kids, when Scott was at a lost over how to comfort an especially distressed Stiles, he’d rely on things his Mom would do, and sing him spanish lullaby’s like arroz con leche or whisper soothing nonsense in spanish. Somehow it’d always work, so nowadays whenever Stiles is really sad, Scott holds him close and whispers things in Spanish.
Look at this adorable were-rabbit.
"You should’ve just told me that in the first place.”