I’m pretty salty when it comes to the SOJ DLC case solely because it’s canon that Phoenix and Edge haven’t spoken to Larry in like 9 years.
You’d think I’d have gone bananas having a case on my trilogy squad but nooooope
I was a Bajoran, although I always wanted to be Starfleet. At the end they let me wear the costume, but then I lost it! I got promoted, it’s still not meaningful to me (joking) - I wanted the Starfleet uniform. Rene would always say to me, “Nana, you know this isn’t really REAL, right?” The promotion was exciting for me, whenever I got to sit in the captain’s chair, it was like YES. Rene was always kind of perplexed by my lack of grounding in that field.
You say you’re hard to love, and yet your eyes have been dancing through my head all day. You say you’re fragile, and so I wrap you into my arms and don’t dare move. You said thank you, but I know now that the flowers I sent were just another thing you were struggling to keep alive. You said you were mine, but I kept throwing rocks at your window and you kept building up more walls. You say that we’re over, yet your hand keeps making its way towards mine. I know its been nine months and I know that you say you are happy, but I’m still sitting outside your window declaring my love, hoping to God you don’t choose to jump.
Stiles is twenty-nine years old, lives alone, travels way too much, doesn’t know when the last time he had a home cooked meal where no one was trying to impress anyone, and he’s just tired of all the fancy bullshit. His face is too recognizable; he can’t even attempt to try a new restaurant without the chef requesting the honor of plating something special just for him.
And right now? Stiles really just wants some chicken nuggets.
“Honestly, I don’t see the problem here.” Kira says as Igloo crawls up onto her shoulder. She idly feeds him a small piece of parsley. “You’re into him, he’s pretty into you. You both bond over it through cat care tips. A hot guy plus cats? That’s a jackpot. There’s no downside here.”
“Yeah, everything would be perfect if it wasn’t for the fact that I don’t actually own any cats!” Stiles yells, bordering on manic.
The one where Stiles thinks that Derek only talks to him because he thinks Stiles owns a cat. The problem is that Stiles doesn’t own a cat at all. Instead, he has a judgmental iguana and a crush on the guy living on the 4th floor. Everything is terrible. Sort of.