rope life

You never know what you are going to see on America’s public lands. Case in point: This photo from Big Bend National Park in Texas. A mother bobcat perches in a mesquite tree with her large juvenile kittens, teaching them the ropes of feline life in the wilderness. An employee captured this shot not too far from a park road. This family group was likely hunting from the tree where they would have a good view of passing rodents. But maybe they were just enjoying the view! Photo by Big Bend Natural History Association. 😺😺😺

anonymous asked:

Peter wakes up from the coma (previous than canon) & nobody is there too take him in or shows him the ropes of life (shopping, rent, job) so the Sheriff steps up. perhaps to dim his guilt about the fire or to have a diversion from the death of Claudia. So they can be found weekly at the supermarket getting lectured by Stiles about healthy food, which is not chocolate


Peter doesn’t want them told. It’s childish, perhaps, but Laura and Derek left him. And then it turns out that telling them isn’t an option anyway, since they didn’t leave a forwarding address. So they can go to hell. They can go to hell

“Peter,” John says. “Stop saying hell around my son.” 

Apparently Peter has been muttering to himself again. He sighs, and looks down at the Stilinski brat, who is staring back up at him with wide, hopeful eyes, perhaps in anticipation of the next rude word to fall from Peter’s still-scarred lips. 

Since being released from the hospital Peter has become John Stilinski’s pet project. He’s not sure if it’s because he’s such a pathetic charity case, or because the deputy needs the distraction. Peter’s lost his entire pack, one way or another, but John’s just buried his wife. So they’re both pathetic charity cases, probably. 

Peter narrows his eyes at Stiles, and Stiles narrows his back, and then “accidentally” hits Peter with the shopping cart. 

“Stiles!” John exclaims. “Careful!” 

“Whoops,” says Stiles, unconvincingly. 

Peter hates the little brat. (A lie. In actual fact, Stiles reminds him a little too much of Cora. He’s a little smartass. It makes his chest ache.)

And yet, he hasn’t told John and Stiles to go to hell. He let John help him find a modest apartment, and to apply for a job as a filing clerk at the police station (he’s almost certain he was the only applicant), and he lets John and Stiles come with him on these weekly outings to the supermarket, so John can make sure he’s looking after himself, and Stiles can lecture him on how Lucky Charms are not a healthy breakfast food. 

The first time it happened, Peter made some comment to John about how that was a strange stand for a kid his age to take, and John had cleared his throat and looked away. 

“Claudia used to watch what we ate.” 

Ah. 

Stiles is just a little boy trying to fill a too-big space that was left by his mother’s death. 

“Peter,” Stiles says now. “Have you tried quinoa?” 

“Stiles,” Peter tells him seriously. “Haven’t I already suffered enough in this lifetime?” 

For a moment there’s dead silence and the three of them stare at one another in astonishment. Did Peter really just say that? 

And then Stiles bursts into laughter, and tosses a box of Twizzlers into the shopping cart. 

Peter thinks that means he’s won.