TUMBLRCEPTED IS EXACTLY WHAT THAT WAS. Also, when lovely women who are WRITERS and LAWYERS and shit are all "no, but really, TEEN WOLF" and you think "it can't be that terrible, right?" and then it IS and then you somehow DON'T CARE ANYMORE because STILES HAS A FACE.
Fuck everything, Helen, this is bullshit. (Also, hi! I miss you! We should catch up/gossip about work things!)
yes, we should e-mail! We miss New York so-o-o-o-o much, but of course I'm now habituated to the amenities of suburban living and don't find them so special anymore: e.g. having a yard, a parking spot + car, a yard with kiddie pool and sandbox, clothes washer, room for not one but twooooo babies. You know, the stuff of LUXURY in New York that we basically could never afford.
Ugh, I pretty much wanted to throw things at you by the time I got to clothes washer, not gonna lie. I have a broken doorknob and my super won't return my calls. New York! It's obviously great, except when it's not!
My email is the same, but I don't know what your new one is (the last helenish email I sent bounced!), so the ball may be in your court for this one, lady.
See, this is what I need! PERSPECTIVE! (I say, as I write this from the back yard.) We made the right decision, but it's SO HARD when, for instance, looking at pictures of the parrrrk and eating takeout here (which we nearly never do, as it's 1. pricey and 2. not..very..good.) and New York at Christmas and the Flatiron and everything. UGH, I miss it.
God, this story was utterly delightful! I loved how you took mundane details like Derek having to worry about his finances and how this would affect his grocery choices, and then loop it back in at the end with his conversation with Stiles's dad. So perfect!
I wrote the part with Derek and his finances before I saw the episode where he has that incredibly expensive-looking car, and was all, hmmmmm. but then I decided maybe the car was a relic of a better time! Or something. I mean, Derek clearly doesn't have a J-O-B, so he certainly should be careful with his finances.
I agree. The car's a pretty flashy one, but he doesn't have a job and he's still living in the burnt-out husk of his family home instead of moving to a flat or another house. The latter point, combined with the car (which I definitely don't think he would be able to afford without family money, or it being given to him by his family when he was younger; possibly his sister's car?), makes me think that he's also pretty sentimental: why would you stay in what is essentially a ruin? Why drive that car when you could sell it if you are strapped for cash? (I know, I know, it's supposed to be a horror show and there must be at least one 'scary' set, but from a continuity standpoint I can't see any other reason for the house apart from him being broke.)
I don't have one, I just read tumblrs! I don't have time to get sucked into these faster moving internet things like tumblr and twitter. I don't! (ugh, I'll probably see you there in 5....4....3...2) No, actually, limiting my access to instafeedback is crucial to my ever finishing anything ever again--I can't speak for anyone else, but I have to channel my FEELINGZ into stories, and if I get my ya-yas out in little dribs and drabs on something like twitter, I'll never finish anything again. (Also, then I have more attention for some kind of quality control.) SHORT ANSWER: I am an old!
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Fuck everything, Helen, this is bullshit. (Also, hi! I miss you! We should catch up/gossip about work things!)
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yes, we should e-mail! We miss New York so-o-o-o-o much, but of course I'm now habituated to the amenities of suburban living and don't find them so special anymore: e.g. having a yard, a parking spot + car, a yard with kiddie pool and sandbox, clothes washer, room for not one but twooooo babies. You know, the stuff of LUXURY in New York that we basically could never afford.
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My email is the same, but I don't know what your new one is (the last helenish email I sent bounced!), so the ball may be in your court for this one, lady.
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See, this is what I need! PERSPECTIVE! (I say, as I write this from the back yard.) We made the right decision, but it's SO HARD when, for instance, looking at pictures of the parrrrk and eating takeout here (which we nearly never do, as it's 1. pricey and 2. not..very..good.) and New York at Christmas and the Flatiron and everything. UGH, I miss it.
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[...]well, he’s growing up,” Stiles says firmly, as though he’s practiced it.
I'm pretty sure you mean the Sheriff there. :) /pedant
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