It is hard to explain the scale of this protest and just how organized and peaceful it is. Everywhere I turn there are acts of kindness and care. The internet here is spotty so it’s hard to keep track of what the world is seeing but here are some of the things that have warmed my heart in the last three days. This city is a beautiful place and its people are even better. Stay strong Hong Kong <3
“Oh you’ve got to be—“ is all he has time to get out before the next disaster hits – an entire tower of canned soups collapsing as he makes his way up the aisle. At least this one isn’t life threatening, Derek thinks in a quiet, resigned sort of way as a wave of metal cans slams into his legs, sending him tripping, stumbling, and falling to sprawl out helplessly on his back in the middle of the store.
Not life threatening. He tries very hard to hold onto that.
A few seconds after the last cans are done rattling, Derek hears a low whistle.
“Man, looks like those cans really had it out for you.”
“They’re just foot soldiers,” he grumbles at the too-bright ceiling light, trying to remind himself of that so he doesn’t end up crushing about a hundred and fifty hands with his bare fist.
“Just following orders, huh?” The voice teases. “Well then, I’ve gotta give them credit. It was a pretty good ambush.”
A shadow shifts over him, a hand being offered out. Derek redirects his sullen stare to find a young man with mussed brown hair and smirking, amber eyes standing over him. Derek huffs for a second, but takes the hand and lets himself be pulled upward.
“The universe got a grudge against you or something?”
“Or something,” Derek agrees, dropping his hand back to his side the second he’s on his feet. A store clerk is making his way over, and Derek’s teeth grit. So much for being home in time to make dinner.
“I’ll help restack it,” he says before anyone can start shouting. After all, he might not have touched the cans, but he’d decided to walk past them knowing full well he’s cursed.
Uncle Peter had always said that dating witches is a bad idea. Which isn’t strictly true. Breaking up with them, however, is.
- queer fandom: *points* that one. that character right there. ours now.
- straight fandom/creators: but–
- queer fandom: OURS NOW
"Did you find that precedent yet?" Derek asks, yawning a little as he opens the door to the boardroom. Most of the other associates have gone home already, but this is the kind of case that could make or break a career. He sets down the box of files he brought up from the library on the table, but he doesn’t see Stiles anywhere.
"Stiles?" Derek asks cautiously, walking around the table, and that’s when he sees it: Stiles, face down in the midst of a pile of papers, files scattered everywhere around him, sleeping. Apparently he sleeps with his ass in the air, and Derek watches, transfixed for a moment as Stiles breathes in and out rhythmically, hips shaking slightly with every breath.
I’m a piece of poop who can’t colour…
my favorite thing about the teen wolf fandom is that we pretty much universally agree that dylan o’brien’s scraggly ass underchin beard is the WORST but tyler hoechlin goes and gives himself a straight up tom-selleck-esque pornstache and we’re all like “and here’s THIS precious piece of shit”
WHAT WOULD IT TAKE for me to look at a picture of Hoechlin and be repulsed, I mean even this classic masterpiece worked for me on some level