Whilst in Sydney in 1994, a man apparently tries to assassinate Prince Charles. And not a single fuck was given by His Royal Highness.
THEY’RE ALL JUST STARING AND JUDGING
"How rude…this bodyguard just shoved me!"
I want to be this rich and indifferent one day
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I’M A TERRIBLE FUCKING PERSON I’M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I’M NEW TO COLLEGE AND I’VE JUST BEEN PARTYING AND DOING HW OMG I’M SO SORRY DARKLORDWINCHESTER
There are times where Stiles wished he had become a deputy like everyone had expected him too instead of becoming a doctor. Like that one time eighty year old Mrs. Moutsmit told him she lost her G-spot and she needed his help in finding it. That was a dark day in doctoral history.
But right now as this Greek God parading around as Peter Hale sat in-front of him Stiles blessed every decision that brought him here.
"Now how did that happen Mr. Hale?" Stiles asked, gesturing towards the arm Peter was cupping to his chest protectively.
"I fell out of a tree." Peter grumbled.
"And how’s that Mr. Hale?"
Peter sighed. “There was a cat in the tree.”
Stiles’ heart just about melted. “You broke your arm trying to save a cat in a tree?”
Stiles had to hide his smile behind his clipboard “Well while we get you fitted for your cast I’ll get you the number for the fire department so we don’t have this issue again okay?”
Peter frowned. “A cast? That’s unacceptable. How am I supposed to eat? How am I supposed to cook?My family will starve without me.”
Stiles’ smile faltered, he knew the Hale family was large and it was hard to know all of them but he had been so sure that Peter had been single. “Well I’m sure your wife or child will be able to fend for a month or two.”
Peter chuckled. “I’m sure whomever I pick as a spouse in the future will be more than capable but as for now I am indeed single. My nephew and two of my nieces live with me in my apartment, they’ll live off of pizza and deep fried Oreo’s for the next few months.”
"Well.." Stiles started looking down at his clipboard. "You could always just come over and I could feed you?" He meant to sound smooth and confident but it came off sounding like a question. "Or I could come over to yours and stuff your family full of Bigos and Pączki? and then for desert I could make Pączek or Sernik and I’ve got this old bottle of Bracki Koźlak Dubeltowy I got at the festival last year and I just realized that you don’t know any of the polish words I’m spewing out of my mouth so I’ve basically been speaking gibberish at you for the past few minutes. Przepraszam, uh sorry.”
Peter was smiling at him now. “Well that sounds like a lovely time, I’ve only ever dabbled in French dishes myself so it would be great to watch you prepare some polish dishes for the next few years.”
"Years?" Stiles asked, feeling his face heat up.
"Oh Dr. Stilinski. If you think I’m letting you out of my life anytime soon you’re insane."
This time, Stiles didn’t hide his smile behind his clipboard.
Fuck bro Pigskin by Hollywood Undead just came on this playlist I’m trying so hard not to jam out in public
nine photographs portraying quotes said to sexual assault survivors by police officers, attorneys, and other authority figures
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This is heartbreaking
this infuriates me.