There’s a teacher….I’ll take care of her.
The steps are old, a dirty gray to go along with dingy walls, but they’re surprisingly sturdy. Her hand trails along the worn smooth bannister as she heads up the stairs, her other hand clutching her purse strap. The people hiding in the shadows seem more frightened of her than she is of them though, and none of them seem to have glowing eyes or fangs.
She can hear voices from the end of the hallway and startles when the door opens in front of her.
“-heading to Scott’s,” the boy says. “I’ll crash there tonight if it gets too late.”
His face is turned away from her, but she recognizes the curly hair and the angle of his jaw.
“Don’t forget you have a history test tomorrow,” another voice says.
Behind Isaac in the giant sprawl of a room Derek walks into view, drying his hands on a dish towel. He slows to a stop when he sees her and Isaac goes still.
“I’ll just, uh-” Isaac slips around her and disappears like a ghost, shooting one last look at Derek that she can’t begin to parse.
“I’m sorry for just dropping in like this,” she says, “but I wanted to thank you.”
She shifts as Derek continues to watch her with an unblinking gaze and then steps inside without invitation. The furniture is sparse and worn, but it looks clean. The cabinets in the kitchen are cracked, but the coffee maker looks new and for some reason it makes her smile.
She holds out the package and waits as Derek glances from it and back to her, blinking slowly.
“How did you find me?”
She lowers her arm. “You own the building,” she says simply, even though it had taken her three days to discover that fact. Her conversation with the Sheriff after the attack had been…interesting.
When it doesn’t look like he’s going to move she walks past him to the table and sets the box down gently. “Does Isaac stay here?” she asks meeting his eyes again. When he doesn’t answer she straightens her shoulders. “You saved my life and I’m thankful for that, but Isaac is my student and I have a responsibility to him.”
He looks at her for a moment longer before turning away, folding the dish towel into a neat square before he sets it on the counter. “Isaac knows he’s welcome here if he needs a place.”
“A place with a hole in the wall and at least a dozen squatters downstairs,” she says, moving until she’s in front of him.
His shoulders tense, but he doesn’t look up. “They’re not a danger to him.”
“Are you?” she asks bluntly, and watches a muscle jump in his jaw.
He takes a breath and then another before he raises his eyes. They’re not as shattered as they were three nights ago, but they still look bleak. “I would never let anyone hurt him. Not if I could stop it.”
She studies him for a minute before she nods slowly. Years of teaching teenagers has given her a pretty good idea of when someone is lying to her. “Okay,” she says, shoulders loosening. “I hope it fits, I had to guess on the size.” Derek’s eyebrows draw together and she smiles a little and nods to the box on the table. “To replace the one you lost.”
At the door she turns back. The box is open and Derek is running a hand over the soft olive colored t-shirt like he’s not sure what to do with it. It makes her ache for him, just a little, but she forces herself to walk back to her car and type out a quick, I’m safe, text.
The response is immediate, So what was it like meeting Batman?
She looks back up at the building, at the way the sunlight glances against the edges, just enough to make the shadows deeper. Sad, she types out, and then starts her car for home.
“Dog Eat Dog” is a short film based on the true story of how actor/producer Zachary Quinto finally adopted his first dog in a Los Angeles Animal Shelter. During the events of his hilarious trials in attempting to adopt a shelter animal, Sian Heder, the film’s director was there by his side. Taking notes. [x]
I thought to myself when I saw this, “no. This has to be some one being silly. This has to be something some one fabricated to make microsoft look worse and people just aren’t checking the source.”
AND IT GOT WORSE:
remember when the basic fucking concept of a commodity was that buying something meant it was yours
I want everyone to think long and hard on this information.
This means that you are not buying your games. You are paying 60+ dollars to rent the games from Microsoft, and they can take their game back whenever they feel like it.
You will not own your game. You will not own your console. Essentially, Microsoft is saying “We can disable your games and cut you off from accessing your console whenever we choose to.” Because a ban that locks your XBox Live account means that you will be locked out from all non-game functionality of the system, and by revoking your ‘licenses’ on all your games associated with your account, they can then disable each and every game you own for the system. Leaving you with a five hundred dollar cable receiver. Or, in the case of most users of the console, a five hundred dollar paperweight.
All because you accidentally walked into some online glitch and the rest of the players rage-report you for cheating.
This is unacceptable. Buy any console but an XBox One. Do not support Microsoft’s sudden belief that they own everything despite our purchase of it, and we have to prove we’re worthy of being shared with by paying exorbitant fees and jumping through constant hoops and hoping someone doesn’t report us for cheating because we made them mad in an online game.
Tell Microsoft ‘No,’ and do not give them your hard-earned money for what amounts to a video game subscription service with a $500 starting fee and $60+ dollar purchases.
Haahahahahaha jesus christ what a shitshow.
As was said in another thread about a different aspect of this all-encompassing public relations apocalypse: Microsoft doesn’t seem to understand that people don’t have to buy the XBox One.
Derek/Stiles - Between two points (Ancient Greece AU)
We’ve got forever
Slipping through our hands
Weighing heavy on me
Uhm… I don’t know how this happened. One day, I woke up and I wanted Sterek and sexy greeks??..
almostNSFW sexy scenes…yay! XD
Hope you like it!
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I fucking love ideas
Teen Wolf AU: Ocean’s 11 style“Just for the record, I still think you’re batshit insane. Also, if you’re only doing this to get back at the Argents and lack the professionalism to pull the heist without getting emotional, I will strangle you.”
“But you’re in, right?”
“Hell yeah I’m in. This will be the most fun I’ve had in ages, I’m not gonna miss out on it. Just remember to not show your hide anywhere near the casino, or they’ll know what’s up.”