period drama meme: (2/4) couples : John Thornton & Margaret Hale (North & South) ↳ “I know I’ve never found myself in this position before. It’s… difficult to find the words. Miss Hale, my feelings for you… are very strong…”
A year ago today, @atticuos send me a Derek Hale fanvideo and that was the start of a beautiful and wonderful friendship (and also the first of many, many videos that she send me). I honestly don’t even know where to begin to describe how important Elisa is to me and how happy she makes me, and I’m just so lucky to have her in my life.
Happy friendaversary, my adorable baby monkey. I love you to the other end of the universe and back a billion times.
As soon as the car door was shut and
the sound of the busy city on the other side was reduced to a more
muffled sound, Derek sagged back against the driver’s seat, closed
his eyes, and let out a heavy and tired sigh, his shoulders losing
the tension in them little by little.
It was late. The sun was already going
down behind the tall buildings of the city, leaving the sky in a soft
pink and orange glow that Derek would probably have been admiring if
he wasn’t resting his eyes and considering taking a power nap for
just a brief moment. That, and the buildings illuminating the
darkening city was blocking out the sunset anyway, so he wouldn’t
have been able to see much from the parking lot he was parked in.
That was one of few downsides of living
in the city.
Letting out another tired sigh, Derek
scrubbed a hand over his face, ran it over his beard (he had let his
stubble grow over the years, a few gray hairs joining the darker
ones) to fix the wild hairs sticking out, and then grabbed the
steering wheel as he turned on the car.
His head was killing him, his brain
tired from a long day of having to be around so many people. But, as
a history teacher at the community college, that was his job and he
liked it. It was the good kind of tired, the kind of tired where he
could go home and not feel completely drained and exhausted, the kind
of tired where he still had energy to be awake for a few more hours.
He hadn’t felt this relaxed and good in
years, and all it had taken was to leave Beacon Hills and his ghosts
behind. And, of course, for Stiles to join him in New York, too.