"I think it’s cool," Kira says, eyes wide and earnest, gaze still swivelling around the high and empty walls, "that you’re into, like, alternative living spaces."
"I’m just not sure if—other people—" Derek tears his eyes away from the corner he’s been eyeing out since the first time he stepped in here, clean and dry; close to the heater, but not too close; subject to the skylight’s slow-moving patch of gentle sunlight from 8 to 11 o’clock in the morning. "If they. Um. If they’ll like it."
"You should do what makes you happy,” Kira says, loyally, honestly.
"Are you serious,” Stiles says. He’s standing in The Corner, only he doesn’t sound like he’s appreciating The Corner. Not that he has any reason to, yet.
Or maybe ever. “What,” Derek says, already hurt and bristling, so easy, easy for this kid.
"You’re such a dumb fuck," Stiles says, calmly, and Derek doesn’t flinch but it’s a near, precipitous thing. "Do you—do you try to pick places that are difficult to defend, where people can just—zero in on you—”
Derek hasn’t thought about it. Had only imagined coming through the lovely, wide doorway and being able to see Stiles, waiting on his bed, loping across the floor towards him, unhurried, knowing he’d still be there. “Kira liked it,” he says, shoving his hands into his pocket, grimly happy that the space is pleasantly cool even in the Indian summer afternoons. “She said it was cool.”
"Well," Stiles hunches his shoulders, sneers, "if Kira liked it.”
last line last line oh that last line
omg i just realized why mario and luigi are red and green
how i didn’t see that i’m so stupid
How markers are tested
No wonder they barely work when you buy them.
Blanka Matragi - Story of the dress -
I love how they show the initial concept to the realization!
just a friendly reminder that you don’t have to justify your taste in music, movies, or books to anyone and if certain people make you feel bad or ashamed over stuff you like you should probably just tell them to fuck off
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Raise your hand if you’ve ever accidentally developed a crush on a character of your own creation