there is only one w o r t h y goal for scientific exploration: piercing the tissue that separates l i f e fr o m d e a t h. everything else from the deep bottom of the sea, to the top of the highest mountain, on the farthest planet, i s i n s i g n i f i c a n t. life and death, sir malcolm. the flicker that separates one from the other. fast as a bat’s wing. more beautiful than any sonnet - that is my river. that is my mountain.
morgan sent me a message a few weeks ago talking about stiles and jackson arguing over ross and rachel’s “we were on a break” and i haven’t stopped thinking about it since so obviously i had to write it
“I don’t know what she’s so pissed about. They were on a break.”
As soon as Jackson says it, everyone turns to look at him with disbelief all over their faces. The pack’s been binging Friends together for a month or two now and there have definitely been some colorful arguments along the way (most recently, whether or not Phoebe belonged with David), but right now everyone’s gaping at him like he kicked a puppy or something.
Stiles lifts his head from where it had been resting on Jackson’s shoulder and jumps back like he’s been burned.
“Are you serious?” he asks.
Jackson shrugs. “Yeah? She said she wanted to break up, he moved on. So what?”
“She said she wanted to take a break,” Stiles counters pointedly. “Not break up.”
“Still. What’s he supposed to do, just sit around and wait until she feels like maybe she might want to take him back?” Jackson argues, shaking his head.