WE KNOW! YOU LOVE SAINTS ROW! We get it you think shaundi in any form is a goddess. We get it you're trash for Johnny gat. We get it you love other peoples boss characters. We get it you wish there was more people in the fandom. We get it you would die for the 3rd St Saints. WE GET THAT YOU LIKE ALL THE CHARACTERS REGRADLESS OF WHAT THEY'VE DONE. YOU LOVE SAINTS ROW.
Ken’s stage, as it appeared in SFII (1st image), CE and Turbo (2nd image) and SSFII and ST (3rd image).
Notice how from Super onwards, the rusty dinghy full of Ukrainian gamblers has been replaced with a yacht full of Ken’s bourgeois friends, who probably wear sweaters around their neck while they play golf.
Q is also missing, and wouldn’t been seen again until 1999.
AU in which Stiles is an erotica novelist, and Derek is the sexy fireman he daydreams about. He sees Derek daily at the coffee shop, writing out his fantasies about Derek, basically Derek is his muse. All goes well until Derek starts talking to him and trying to read his books. Little does Stiles know, Derek is already a fan of his books.
Stiles is more than a little disappointed to see a sea of red and yellow when he enters the party. He is already halfway through his second semester of college, and he has yet to have anything remotely resembling a hookup, not even a steamy make-out session with some over the pants groping. He thinks maybe he shouldn’t have come expecting anything else at a stoplight party on Valentine’s Day.
Only… he saw a certain someone named Derek Hale post on Facebook that he was coming to this party, and Stiles kind of wanted to see what color he was wearing and fantasize about possibly having a chance with him.
Derek had his future mapped out: there’d be graduation, followed by college, followed by (he hoped) a good grad school, then a career as a professor whose students didn’t spend their time flicking paper footballs at each other and obsessing over their dating lives. He had good friends, a good family, and no time to focus on distractions like high school gossip or relationships.
He hadn’t factored Stiles Stilinski - lacrosse player, class clown, part of the popular crowd, currently spending his entire day staring at Derek and smiling - into his plans.
“I am not paranoid Lydia! You’re the ones who are totally fucking with me- with us! You can’t say that this last month has been a series of weird, random happenstances!” Lydia ignores him, moving to open the car door, but before she can reach it Stiles hits the driver’s side lock. “No. No getting out of the car until you admit that you’ve had a hand in this.”
“Fine,” Lydia says, arms crossed, leveling Stiles with her glare that effectively says I could crush you under my heel and I don’t know why I like you. “We’ve been trying to set you and Derek up in time for Valentine’s Day.”
“What?!” he shrieks. “I mean- what?” he repeats, in a more reasonable tone.
Stiles knows what he is to Derek: convenient. He knows that Derek isn’t looking for a relationship, just someone to have casual sex with. Which is why Stiles is so surprised to find Derek setting up a romantic dinner for Valentine’s Day.
Major General Manton S. Eddy, Division Commander (seated in the jeep with his hand on the windshield) pauses to get information from US 9th Division infantrymen in the hamlet of La Cour Miette near Les Champs de Losque, in the push toward Marigny, Normandy. The frontline for ‘Operation Cobra’ July 26, 1944
On July 10th, 1944, VII Corps were on the offensive with the 4th, 9th and 83rd Infantry Divisions abreast. Crossing the Canal de Vire, the 9th Division moved on the Hommet Woods. Slowly but surely pushing on, it moved until it reached the St. Lo – Perriers Road by July 21st. A lot of action took place on the 25th of July, 1944. On this day all troops of the 47th Infantry Regiment were pulled back about 1200 yards north of the Periers – St. Lo road. They assembled in an area west of Ponte Ducrie, near the hamlets of La Cuillourie and Ponte Hairie. 1st Battalion held the area at the west, 2nd Battalion was in the middle, and the 1st Battalion on the east. Allied bombing started by medium bombers and the first raid went OK. However, by the time that the heavy bombers arrived, the south wind had blown the smoke designating the bomb line back onto the troops. As a result, the heavy bombers bombed their own men. Men of the 1st Battalion only suffered a few casualties. They were lucky, as one of the bombs dropped right in the middle of an aid station, but it proved to be a dud, and did not explode. 2nd Battalion also escaped with slight losses. The 3rd Battalion however suffered heavily. The Command Group of 30 men were all killed or wounded except for the Battalion commander and the Commander of K Company. Several other members of K Company and one platoon of M Company also suffered losses during the bombing. This all happened in the morning, around 0930 hours. Around 1100 hours, 2nd Battalion began to push forward and attacked an area near La Couperie. 1st Battalion fought near La Rillerie and went towards Marigny and the Periers – St Lo Road. 3rd Battalion took a bit longer to prepare, and fought their way via Montreuil. It sure was a tough day for the 9th Infantry Division. (9thinfantrydivision.net)
Do you have any Sterek recs for Valentine's Day? Pretty please? *heart eyes*
Who’s Gonna Take You Home And Hold You by Rena (T, 3k) “Right.” The guy clears his throat. “I’m Stiles.” Derek snorts. “Did she bully you into picking a ridiculous name, too?”Stiles gives him an indignant look. “It’s my real name actually. Well, not my real name real name,” he amends when Derek raises a judgmental eyebrow. “But trust me, you don’t want to know my legal first name. Over twenty years and my Dad still can’t pronounce it correctly. Hell, I’m not even sure I can pronounce it correctly, it’s a fucking monstrosity. Also, Miguel, you don’t have much room to talk, because I’m pretty sure you’re not actually of Spanish descent.”
Valentine’s Day Candy in Aisle Four by linksofmemories (E, 9k) “It’s so commercialist, and all it does is bring people down who don’t have a special someone.” “Basically.” “Are you two seriously discussing your hatred of Valentine’s Day when a man with a gun is walking around the store?”
The Curse Of Saint Valentine by llassah (E, 13k) There are a few werewolves, largely dismissed as crocks by the general population, who claim that Valentine’s Day has been commercialized by werewolves who have infiltrated the card publishing industry in order to give people an explanation for the intense increase in overblown futile romantic gestures at this time of year. Werewolves, on the second full moon of the year, are overcome with both an intense physical desire and the overwhelming urge to woo their chosen mate. Derek Hale’s struck down by the Curse of Saint Valentine. It’s not all bad.
The Valentine You Need by lielabell (T, 2k) On February thirteenth, Stiles comes home to find a bright red envelope taped to the center of his apartment door.
love wakes a dragon and suddenly, flames everywhere by decidophobia (E, 7k) “Anyway,” Stiles is saying, as Derek tunes in again. “Everyone’s busy and I don’t wanna spend Valentine’s being pitied by my dad, and you have your Forever Alone thing going on, so I figured we might spend Valentine’s being alone together.”
Junior, Pit Bull/Coonhound mix (5 y/o), S 3rd & Burnside St., Portland, OR • “He’s my service dog. He keeps me sane. I have bad anxiety and depression. He keeps me out of trouble because I worry about him. He needs me.”
Derick Brassard consoles Marty St Louis in the 3rd period of the Rangers’ “Do or Die” Game 5, which they won 5-1.
Marty St Louis learned of the passing of his mother, who died at the young age of 63, upon the teams plane landing in Pittsburgh on Thursday. He flew immediately to Montreal where his father and himself decided his mother would want him to play, so he returned to the team.