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"Duuude, what the fuck!" Stiles groans, pulling a half-eaten sandwich out from under the car seat. "Seriously, Derek, you treat your car like shit. I don't understand it, she looks so pristine from the outside. Is it a thing?" Derek ignores him, eyes focused on the road, so Stiles, being Stiles & abhorring above all things the awkward silence, keeps going. "Is it like some psychological thing? Does the mess inside your otherwise pristine car represent you inner turmoil? Do you just need a hug?"

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Stiles moves towards Derek, feigning like he's going to hug him (as if he had the guts). Derek flinches away, glaring. "At least I don't drive a girl's car that's always in the shop," he mutters. "Heyyy!" Stiles says, voice rising in indignation, "first of all, Babe is a very manly vehicule! Marines drive jeeps!" Derek has gone back to staring straight ahead, but Stiles swears he sees his lips twitch, "and secondly, she wouldn't be in the shop so much if it weren't for the freakin' WEREWOLVES."

I MET RON PERLMAN.

All I say to him was “Hi” and “Thank you” but I MET HIM.

And I got a Batman choose-your-own-adventure book and an X-Men comic book and a BEAUTIFUL Loki print by the magnificent elleisamonster and got to see the lovely dirtygaysex and see demenior (in raptures about John Barrowman, as she should be and as is everyone).

YES.

THIS WAS A GOOD DAY.

and shit my head hurts and I burned my tongue on my tea because I’m smart and I GOT ME PICTURE WITH RON PERLMAN AND YAY! Good day.