Going to a funeral that starts at 11 o'clock this morning.
One of my sisters kindly offered to drive. That means another sister, my brother and I are meeting at her house between 10 and 10:15. I called at 9:53, and she was in the shower. So I’m stopping by McDonald’s to pick up breakfast for everyone.
Caught Red-Handed (And Red-Faced, Red-Shirted- Food Colouring’s No Joke.)
What time is it? Time for BROTZLY BAKING PART 3 MOFOS!!
This probably isn’t my best offering ‘cause unlike the others which I wrote over a couple of days, I pretty much banged this one out in a fit of inspiration today. So apologies for any mistakes or incoherent bits- might go back and fix it later!
If you’ve missed ‘em you can read the whole series on Ao3 and maybe leave us the odd little comment if you enjoy? You’d sure make this struggling writer’s day ^_^
Right, time to get angsty and fluffy up in here- enjoy!
Todd was puzzled. Which was pretty common, what with the
kind of cases they got, but this was a very particular kind of puzzlement. From
an unexpected but not unpleasant change in his life.
My wonderful neighbor offered to have Ryker spend the night with them (they have an 8 year old who loves playing with ryker.) so that Erik and I can have one last date night before Haakon comes. Brew river for some snow crab legs and then to the movies to watch the new fast and furious movie!
Eye to eye
Curiously a book
Placed in your spreaded legs
If we would’ve encountered the
And leg kicks
Sing to the highest
Break me down
In the ears
Redding my luxury,
Gathering my heart
As I slip
Noted scowl, crow,
my professor offered me a research position and im so bad at accepting any praise or compliments that i just said “thank you oh my god thanks that means so much thank you” a bunch and he went “ok…….so is that a yes or a no”
My workday has ended and I walk alongside the riverbank, the mud clinging to my shoes with each step. The clouds above block out the sun, giving the air a coolness that accentuates the mist coming off the river. The birds are yelling at each other, fighting over whatever scraps of food they can find. The faint sounds of a jazz band drifts from the light industrial area from across the river. In the distance a rusty bridge falls into disrepair. I breathe deeply and sit next to the river, the sogginess of the mud slowly seeping in to my construction pants. The seagulls seem to settle down as the faint sound of the breeze replaces them. I see insect larvae swimming aimlessly in the puddles of footprints near the river’s edge. The foamy scum washes away from the river’s surface as I sit, watching. The clouds start to dissipate as rays of light break through. I notice the ache in my knee from standing all day as the wetness from the mud soaks to my skin. The breeze offers the smell of a dead fish and I smile. The workday is over.
my niece surprised me. i very graciously and magnanimously offered her my bed to sleep in tonight while i took the couch, and she also very kindly and graciously declined, nobly choosing the couch for herself.
yesterday during gym we were playing volleyball and since I'm on the volleyball team my friend offered to help me and let me say I went HARD since I was the only one who actually played everyone was looking at me and afterwards they said that I was so good and I looked so cool playing and that they're definitely when season starts are gonna go see me play. I felt so flattered and proud (I've only been playing for a year!) ~volleyball anon
To save money while attending college in NYC, Stiles and Derek decide to rent one tiny apartment together. With one bed.
*whispers* I have no idea if any of this is realistic. Don’t judge me.
You guys know by now that practically everything I write is so so fluffy, but this is just like, a whole other level. A little over 4k words of enemies-to-lovers, bed-sharing, & cuddling. ;)
The thing is, Stiles is pretty sure he can’t afford to breathe the air in New York City, let alone rent an apartment there. But it’s also been his lifelong dream to go to NYU, same as his mom, and he’s just gotten his acceptance letter in the mail along with a hefty scholarship offer. So he has a bit of a conundrum on his hands.
Enter Derek, who has a (relatively) dirt cheap apartment in Queens.
Okay, so Derek calls it an “apartment.” Stiles calls it an “attic closet.”
It’s nothing but a narrow bed, a foot or so of walking space between that and the wall, and a lone shelf by the door to hold the microwave and all of Derek’s possessions that can’t fit under the bed. There’s not even enough room to open the door all the way; the edge of the door hits the edge of the bed, and then you have to shimmy into the room.
The sad thing is that Stiles can’t even afford that.
He can, however, afford half of it.
“So you’re going to share a bed,” Scott says, looking concerned.
“Yes,” Stiles says.
“No,” Derek says at the same time.
Scott looks more concerned.
Stiles sighs. “Okay, so it’s like this. Derek’s going to be doing the whole normal person schedule, up at the buttcrack of dawn” (Derek rolls his eyes) “and out working and studying and stuff all day and back in bed asleep by 11 pm, and I’m going to be taking all evening classes and working the night shift!”
“We won’t actually ever be in the same place at the same time,” Derek clarifies. “He gets it during the day; I get it at night.”
“Because we can’t stand each other,” Stiles adds, in case Scott is thinking of getting his hopes up that this whole roommates thing is going to be some kind of bromance.
Headcanon that after Matt is rescued, he starts travelling the galaxy, fighting on behalf of the rebellion and doing whatever he can to screw over the Galra. But he also develops a habit of picking up souvenirs on each of the planets and moons he lands on - just little stones or leaves or sticks, whatever he can find - whenever he thinks of Shiro or has a moment where he wishes Shiro is with him. He collects and keeps all of these little trinkets in a box that he carries with him, promising himself that one day he’ll get to show Shiro his collection.
Then he and Shiro are finally reunited. Matt brings out the box and explains what it is before handing it over. Shiro thinks it’s adorable that Matt made a little collection for him, but then he opens it up and is absolutely gobsmacked when he looks inside.
Because the box is filled to the brim and there have to be hundreds or thousands of little rocks and shells and plants and twigs and just so many things from so many planets and this is how often Matt thought of him and this is how much Matt missed him this is physical proof of Matt’s feelings for him and he’s just so overwhelmed he has to put the box down and rest his head in his hands and just breathe because holy god, Matt.
And then Matt has to sheepishly admit that this is just the first box.