I just love how in English you say “great minds think alike”, which is a completely positive thing since you’re kinda praising yourself, but in German you go like “zwei Dumme, ein Gedanke” = “two fools, one thought”
German is beautiful, isn’t it
Kind of reminds me when my french teacher explained us the french idiom “L’espoir fait vivre” (Hope makes us live) and he asked me how Germans say it and I was like “Hope dies last” and his legit answer was:
my favorite kind of fanfics are “canon divergence” because it’s always like handing back a reviewed essay with comments like “I enjoyed the strong beginning but here is where you lost me, I’ve made some notes”
You are so welcome! There’s a special warm feeling about meeting children whose parents met in my signing lines.
I love how this implies that it’s not an isolated incident 🙂
It definitely isn’t. At most long signings these days I meet a child or two whose parents tell me they met in a signing line, long ago. (I’ve met no children yet who were conceived in a signing line, though, at least not to the best of my knowledge.)
“Stiles?” Cora asked, staring at her brother in shock. “You’re dating Stiles?”
“Yes,” Derek answered, passing her the cup of coffee he had made.
She hoisted herself up onto the kitchen counter, cupping the coffee in her hands as she continued, “Skinny, defenceless, flailing Stiles?”
“Yes,” Derek replied, slouching back against the counter. “Although, he’s far from defenceless.”
“Why?” Cora asked.
“Because he’s charming and smart and-”
Derek didn’t get to finish his sentence because Stiles burst into the kitchen, panicked and panting. “Derek! Is slutty a state of dress or a state of mind?”
There was a moment of silence as Cora met her brother’s gaze. They both held their breaths, fighting back their laughter. But they failed. Cora snorted and burst out laughing and Derek couldn’t help but laugh too.
“Stop laughing, this is serious!” Stiles insisted.
Derek took a second to compose himself, gasping for air as his shoulders shook with silenced laughter. He set down his coffee, his stomach aching from laughing so hard. He waked over to Stiles, pulling him close and kissing him before stepping into the living room.
“Derek,” Stiles called after him. “I need answers!”
“Ask Erica,” Derek shouted over his shoulder.
“I can’t,” Stiles replied. “I know she’ll hit me if I do.”
“You’r afraid of Erica!” Cora teased, bursting into laughter again.
“I am not,” Stiles objected. “Only little… Okay, yeah, I am and with good reason!”
Derek pulled his phone from his pocket and dialled in the number. It ran three times before a familiar voice answered. “Hey,” Derek said. “I’ve got a question for you. Is slutty a state of dress or a state of mind?”
“State of mind,” Erica answered. “Clothes are just clothes.”
“Thank you,” Derek answered before hanging up. “State of mind,” he shouted to Stiles before walking away, listening to his sister’s laughter as he did.
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