Over the last thirty years, Mabel’s learnt a lot observing the library in Beacon Hills. She has an encyclopedic knowledge on the inner workings of the town, and its inhabitants. She’s seen careers begin, discoveries made, history changed, myths busted, affairs unravel, and a colorful array of people have passed by her desk on the first floor.
She’s also delivered a baby. It was a lot harder than they make it look on the soap shows. And, much messier.
She knows when her patrons need help, and when they just want to explore in peace. She knows when to give a little nudge towards a book that’ll change someone’s perspective, or at least brighten their day. And she knows the ones who are in here for the warmth and the comfy chairs.
Stiles Stilinski, however, she cannot pin down. When he was a little boy he used to come in with his mother, Claudia (Mabel very rarely forgets a name, she’s got a memory like a dolphin). He was always a sweet child, loud and excitable, but happy to clamber into his mother’s lap during story time on a friday afternoon and listen with rapt fascination as Mabel read from the tales of Narnia, or Hobbiton. For many years after Claudia’s death, Mabel didn’t see Stiles around the library. Then one day he was back, pouring through books Mabel hadn’t checked out for anyone in years.
He puts in requests for very strangely titled books and papers, too. He says he wants to do mythology at college, but that still doesn’t explain whey he needs a copy of the town’s sewer plans from 1947.
OF COURSE HOECHLIN LIKED 300 WHO DIDN’T?
ALSO HER NAME IS ARTEMISIA PLEASE USE HER ACTUAL NAME. INTERVIEWER AT LEAST YOU COULD USE HER NAME.
(Sorry apparently I have turned into an insane Artemisia stan. Turned into? Perhaps always have been.)
Oh yes! I enjoy thinking about Derek and Stiles moving in together years down the road, Derek out of the loft and Stiles out of his first post-college apartment. They rent a cute little house with a two car garage and a shed out back with a lawnmower in it. Stiles has a job (let’s make him a deputy, because I like him being a deputy) and Derek volunteers a lot at different places but doesn’t have a job job. Anyway, they move in to this rented house, all Stiles’ stuff that’s, like, cheap single dude purchases and hand-me-downs from his dad, and all of Derek’s stuff that he’s found on the curb over the years. They buy a good bed, a nice big new bed, and that’s it.
One day Derek’s making his morning smoothie and he realizes all their knives kind of suck, a mis-matched jumble with warped wooden handles, and most of the tips are broken off and Derek is 99% sure the big one is the same one Stiles once used to stab a succubus in the face. He spends the morning online looking up knives and reading reviews and stuff, and he’s about to order a whole set off Amazon when he reads something about “handle heft” and he realizes he probably needs to hold a knife in his hand before he buys it, handle heft is obviously important, so he deletes the knives from his cart and wanders over to the mall, and finds himself in Williams-Sonoma.
So Tom Welling somehow got better looking. Okay.
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yeah i’m still open and have about 20 of them waiting and i’m just going whatever prompt that tickles my fancy at the moment haha
here’s a pinkundie sterek :)
Yes i would like 7 eaches of bananas