A gente nega que tá cansado, nega que tá com medo, nega até o quanto que a gente quer ter sucesso. E, mais importante, a gente nega que estamos em negação. A gente só enxerga o que quer e só acreditamos naquilo que queremos e assim dá certo. Nós mentimos tanto que as mentiras começam a parecer verdade. E negamos tanto, que a gente não consegue reconhecer a verdade quando tá na nossa cara.
Back in Winterfell, Arya had prayed with her mother in the sept and with her father in the godswood, but there were no gods on the road to Harrenhal, and her names were the only prayer she cared to remember.
Derek sinks to the bottom of the pool. He blinks. He’s dead, he thinks. How else would you explain standing in front of an unknown coffee shop in a generic busy street, people going in and out of the shop through him.
Tag to 2x04 Abomination. Stiles can’t sleep after the night in the pool. He’s a little bit scared and actually quite a bit angry. Neither of which are emotions conducive to sleep. So he goes looking for a target.
“So, um, this wasn’t exactly what I had in mind when you said you wanted to repay me,” Stiles says, apprehension coiled in the pit of his stomach. Derek’s wet, well, they both are, but Stiles had been drying off a little before Derek pressed him against the wall with his body. “I was thinking maybe after you gave me a ride, you just wouldn’t kill me later? Ever?”