Pac: Yeah, like, I think after like the first date, I think I'm dating, it's not how that- the things work, right?
Mike: I'm gonna- I'm gonna ask- I'm gonna ask Fit.
Pac: Ask Fit, ask Fit.
[Mike runs off to question Fit]
Pac: Fit like, invited me to... to dinner yesterday, Pepito.
Pepito: mi primera boda :-D (My first wedding :-D)
Pac: Cal- calma, calma, calma, calma- You know? We are– we are baby steps. [Laughs]
Pepito: PASITO A PASITO COMO PEPITO. (Little by little, steps like Pepito)*
Pac: Yes! [Laughs] "Little by little, steps like Pepito." [Starts singing "Despacito" then laughs again.]
* "Pasito a pasito" can also be translated as "little by little" or "step by step," but given the context of what Pepito's saying, "Little by little, steps like Pepito" is a closer translation to what Pepito's actually trying to say.
[48] I wanted to try out the fandom swap, so I made Lizzie a moss creature based off of The Oh Hellos’ “Through The Deep Dark Valley”. You were the brightest shade of sun when I saw you /lyr
I have a feeling I’m gonna have to quit my job and I really really don’t want to. I’m not going to think too much about it right now, but I’ll find out next month 😭😭😭 everything’s gonna be fine. Everything’s fine.
for @sterekdrabbles 01.10.24. words: Channel, Mad, Diligent
Stiles leapt over the upraised roots with the grace of a newborn deer, stumbling toward the side of the channel. He felt a hand on the back of his shirt yanking him against hard, warm muscle - a low growl from his savior vibrating through Stiles’ body.
Derek smelled of black tea with milk and shelves upon shelves of old books; the scent driving Stiles mad as he pulled away from the wolf.
“Thanks"
He adjusted his shirt before stepping down the path, diligently focusing on the preserve’s half-trodden trails in hopes of finding something that pointed them to the Betas.
She's much too young for him. He doesn't want to touch her. Except he’d give the world to hold her close. He knows he’ll let his need for her destroy him.
But when she’s there, asleep, too trusting of the worst of his intentions, he thinks he feels a sort of fragile peace.
It’s in the way his fingers slip, when they brush back the copper of her hair. It’s in the gentle parting of her lips, the quiet of her whimpers from her nightmares. He knows he is a fool to keep a vigil here.
But she’s the end of him, the last face he’ll remember when he dies. And she’s a thought he shouldn’t want to live for.
Sometimes, he’ll let himself believe she’s breathed his name. And that, perhaps, the girl could come to love him too. But it’s a passing thought, on nights he knows he’s had too much too drink.
He’ll watch her from as close as he can stand it. But he knows he won’t let himself corrupt her. At least he hopes he won’t. He’ll try to do his best to stay away.
It absolutely floors me when people simply cannot live 2 days without seeing their S/O. I just don't understand it. My roommate is either at her boyfriends house or her boyfriend is at our house, CONSTANTLY. How do neither one of you get exhausted??? Are you somehow Incapable of being alone in your bed for one night?? Are you going to die if you're not able to loudly and sloppily make out in public spaces so the whole apartment can hear you? Please stop.
Fit: Much better, much better, thank you, thank you, thank you.
Mike: [Laughing at them]
[Pac and Fit laugh with him]
Fit: I'm bald, so I don't have a lot of hair, so I get cold real easy.
Pac: Yeah no, yeah, you know, I have a hoodie, so I– like, I–
Foolish: Wait, be careful! Don't touch the ice, or your bald head will get stuck!
Fit: Oh- oh, you're right! [Laughs] Wait– wait wait wait wait– [He does an emote that makes him lie flat on the ground with his head in front of him] Stuck! Stuck!
[Everyone starts screaming]
Foolish: Quickly- warm it! Warm it! Do something! Um, oh, he's dead. Oh, it's too late.