so I need a ‘you’re a person of high wealth/status and I legally married you at a courthouse the night before your wedding because you found out your fiancé is trying to dupe you and your family out of money/ruin your reputation as a revenge plot because of an old family rivalry and they’re not legally entitled to your assets if you’re already legally married to someone else and you agreed to pay me a high sum of money for this and I have a lot of debt so I didn’t pass up the deal but then your ex hits back at you in the media and we have to keep up the charade of being married and you agree to keep paying me money for it but oops I think I might be enjoying more than just the money and oops you’re starting to grow fond of me and this wasn’t part of the deal shit fuck’ plot please and thank you
Just as the Mayans predicted, the apocalypse came with the signal of a cough.
these middle schoolers read better than my high school honors english class
I REALLY HAVE TO REBLOG THIS IM SORRY THE FUCKING TEACHER
“Stop being dead right now”
That’s the reaction of an adult who delights in what you just did, but is in the position of Enforcing The Rules, so they have to tell you to stop anyway
Every time I see that glee face he gets its like “fine I guess I’ll reblog”
I really love how there’s that second of worry when they all go down – you can see him straighten up, ready to run over – before he realizes it and starts laughing. And he can actually take a joke! Great joke, great teacher.
“Well, have you tried telling them that?” Magnus barely looked up from his tarot reading, knowing that if he did look at Alec fully, he wouldn’t be able to look away. “You could always ask for more funds. Or figure out DIY versions of what they want. If anyone can figure out a way to plan a fantastic party on even the shittiest of budgets, I know you could.”
“Telling the daughter that is the hardest point of my career.” Alec rolled his eyes as he shook his head. “It’s just an engagement party, but she wants diamond encrusted champagne glasses. There’s no way to simply DIY those into existence, babe. It’s convincing her father to see me without her that’s the problem. He seems to understand the situation and she….she’s an absolute bride-zilla already and the engagement was a month ago.”
“Define home,” Simon hefted a sigh, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose, “I mean, I’m definitely here, but this studying is killing me,” No one had ever said that college was going to be easy but this? Simon was well past exhaustion. “No, no, I’m here, and I miss you too. Come on up and tell me all about it.” Simon shuffled through his papers for a minute before resting his head in his hands, beyond frustrated.
Bram felt bad that Simon seemed to be struggling while he’d been with the soccer team for competition. He opened the backdoor to his car and grabbed his duffel bag, slinging over his shoulder and closing the door before hitting the button to lock the car. “It sounds like you need a break.” He mused, making his way to the stairs and walking up. “What are you stuck on? We can look at it in a little bit, before youbdrive yourself crazy trying to study so hard.” He stopped at the door and pulled out his keys, unlocking the door and opening it. “Because I’m home now and I don’t like you stressing out.”
Stiles nodded slowly and hugged Chris tightly. “Okay,” he answered softly. He let go so they could head out to Chris’ vehicle and head to the Hale estate to meet up with Derek.
When they got there, Derek’s suv was parked in the driveway and the wolf was standing on the front porch. Stiles got out of Chris’ vehicle and ran up the steps, wrapping his arms tightly around Derek and hugging him close. Derek hugged him in return and glanced over at Chris, a sad smile on his face as he did so.
“Thank you both for coming,” he said quietly. “I just needed to go through some things with you both before I left…”
Chris let Stiles go, not liking the way this conversation would end. He didn’t want to go separate ways than Derek, but he couldn’t exactly stop him. He walked up the steps and paused to return the gesture, reaching a hand to rest it on Derek’s shoulder. “Once we pack, we’re headed to France.” he replied. “There’s nothing left for Stiles and I in this town but bad memories and pain.” He knew Derek would understand their reason and he looked around the manor for a moment before reaching for Stiles’ hand. “What did you want to talk to us about?”
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