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"Beacon County Sheriff’s Department," a gruff voice answers.
Stiles stops and looks at the phone in surprise, still bouncing Hannah on one hip. That…is definitely not his dad. Fuck. He must have accidentally called the station instead of his dad’s personal line. Again.
"Uhm. Hi," he says lamely.
There’s a pregnant pause before the voice on the other end says, “Hello.”
"Can you patch me through to Sheriff Stilinski?" he tries. He doesn’t immediately recognize the voice, but there’s a good chance he’s met whoever it is at least once.
Another pause. “Is this an emergency?”
Yes, Stiles wants to say, but he’s not exactly sure how to justify needing his dad’s patented diaper rash remedy as an emergency. Hannah’s rash isn’t even that bad, but Scott’s been calling him every half hour to ask him to check on it, and drop totally unsubtle hints about how his mom said the sheriff might be able to help.
"Kind of," he settles on. "Uh. What’s your name?"
There’s a huff, like the guy on the other end is losing his patience, which, rude. “My name is Deputy Hale. What’s the problem, sir?”
"Is your friendship with Robert Downey Jr. in real life as good as it is on the screen between your characters?" Better. We have a really good friendship. We’ve known each other since before Zodiac. And he’s kind of like an older brother that I wish I had. He sort of looks out for me, and I remember when the role came up in the movie, I reached out to him, I was nervous about it, I said “I don’t know if I can do this” and he said “It’s alright buddy, I gotcha.”
doesn’t it amaze you sometimes
how a w f u l for the world we could be
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"So I heard something interesting on the grapevine," Peter said as he slid into the room on Stiles’ heels. He grabbed the back of Stiles’ shirt and yanked him close. "You’re getting into bad habits again."
Stiles heaved a sigh and rolled his eyes at the way Peter aggressively pressed against his back. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Peter put his mouth near Stiles’ ear. “I’m talking about the target you insist on wearing whenever one of the bad guys decides to show up.”
Stiles shuddered stiffly at the hot breath that skimmed over his neck. “If I could avoid it, I would,” he said. “I’m not exactly a fan of risking my life.”
"Now you and I both know that isn’t true,” Peter purred. One of his hands rucked up the waist of Stiles’ shirt and curled over his side. He pressed his claws threateningly into bare skin and smiled when Stiles’s breath turned rough. “But perhaps you’d like a better chance of walking away from situations like that.”
Curiosity piqued, Stiles turned his face toward Peter. “What are you suggesting?”
Peter’s eyes were heavy lidded, dark and suggestive. “I’ll let you know,” he promised. “Soon.”
GIVE IT TO ME. MAINLINE IT INTO ME. YES.
”- Well, we all know what was happening last Monday and who you were with. So I’m assuming…
- Dad, what the hell was I supposed to day? ‘Hi, that’s Derek Hale but he’s deaged. Because that can happen. Oh, and by the way, Agent McCall, your son is a werewolf?!’Sterek AU: When Derek gets hit with a temporary deaging curse, the pack does it best to hide this fact. Stiles thinks he did a great job but the “cousin Miguel” thing gets out of hand and soon half of the town thinks Stiles is secretly dating some guy (including “cousin Miguel,” the actual guy that Stiles want to date).
My family has always been private about our time spent together. It was our way of keeping one thing that was ours, with a man we shared with an entire world. But now that’s gone, and I feel stripped bare. My last day with him was his birthday, and I will be forever grateful that my brothers and I got to spend that time alone with him, sharing gifts and laughter. He was always warm, even in his darkest moments. While I’ll never, ever understand how he could be loved so deeply and not find it in his heart to stay, there’s minor comfort in knowing our grief and loss, in some small way, is shared with millions. It doesn’t help the pain, but at least it’s a burden countless others now know we carry, and so many have offered to help lighten the load. Thank you for that.
To those he touched who are sending kind words, know that one of his favorite things in the world was to make you all laugh. As for those who are sending negativity, know that some small, giggling part of him is sending a flock of pigeons to your house to poop on your car. Right after you’ve had it washed. After all, he loved to laugh too…
Dad was, is and always will be one of the kindest, most generous, gentlest souls I’ve ever known, and while there are few things I know for certain right now, one of them is that not just my world, but the entire world is forever a little darker, less colorful and less full of laughter in his absence. We’ll just have to work twice as hard to fill it back up again.
Rest in Peace, Robin Williams.
July 21st, 1951 - August 11th, 2014
Thank you for bringing joy into my childhood and life with your voice and acting. Thank you for your contagious jokes, your wacky impersonations, and amazing acting. Thank you for making my childhood experience better, and thank you for bringing joy to those even though you battled with your own joy. If only you could have known how much you’ve impacted people. Your life work will live on, and you will never be forgotten. I know I won’t forget you. Thank you for helping me whenever I felt sad and having a film for every mood. Gone, but never forgotten.