Q:WHAT ARE UR THOUGHTS ON SEX TEARS
WHAT AREN’T MY THOUGHTS ON SEX TEARS?
Because, okay: I firmly believe that Derek Hale is the most ridiculous person to have sex with. Ever.
When he’s not in the bedroom? He’s a rebel without a cause. He had to register his sarcasm as a weapon. He listens to cock rock. He sits with his knees wide open and his hand dangling right next to his crotch. He wears a butt-ton of leather. He lurks in corners and pretends he can win fights. He makes “stubble” into a verb, that’s how hard he stubbles. Those moments when he’s vulnerable (see: wolf brothers, getting electrocuted) are worth noticing, because he’s right back to being a surly bastard.
But in the bedroom?
no • gi • tsu • ne
the Dark kitsune, Void kitsune are the second of the ‘High’ kitsune. Where Celestial kitsune are myobu, void kitsune are nogitsune.
Finally reworked and polished up one of my older works for Stiles Appreciation Day!
do you ever think about how Claudia Stilinski’s symptoms were “irritable, impulsive, complains of vivid dreams, inability to distinguish between fantasy and reality" and then cry because STILES KNEW ALL THE TRICKS FOR DISTINGUISHING BETWEEN BEING AWAKE AND DREAMING and he probably learned that to try to help his mom when she was sick and I just can’t deal with this someone help??
"Mom? Mom, are you okay?" Stiles asks, taking his eyes away from his homework.
Claudia Stilinski is staring out the kitchen window; there’s a pot of boiling water on the stove, water steaming away, a packet of dry spaghetti noodles open on the counter.
Stiles walks into the kitchen when his mother doesn’t respond. He can’t see anything out the window. “Mom,” Stiles says louder, his jaw twitching with worry.
Stiles turns off the stove.
Her eyes are glassy, unblinking.
It’s getting worse, isn’t it? Stiles blinks back the terrified tears welling up behind his eyelids. “Mom,” he says again, pleading for her to come back from wherever she’s gone. He takes her hand gently, and she looks down at him, as if seeing him in the kitchen for the first time.
“Kochanie,” she says softly. “What are you doing here? The monsters…”
"They aren’t real," Stiles assures her. "I’m real, I’m right here, see?" He holds out his hands in front or her, and Claudia counts his fingers one by one. When she reaches to ten, she sweeps him into a tight embrace, like she hasn’t seen him in weeks.
Stiles isn’t sure if he’s laughing or crying into her shirt, muffling his face into the warm sweet smell of her.
"Why do you do that? Count my fingers?" Stiles asks.
Claudia presses a finger to his nose and smiles. “You have more than ten fingers in dreams,” she says.
Stiles makes a face. “I sound like a monster in your dream.”
Claudia chuckles, but there’s a haunted look in her eyes. “I hope not, kochanie. I hope my dreams will never come to pass.”
WHILE I REALIZE I HAVE NO ONE BUT MYSELF TO BLAME FOR THIS, THAT DOESN’T MEAN I’M NOT REALLY ANGRY AND UPSET.
That snippet makes kind of wish Claudia really was seeing monsters… just ten years early and the frontotemporal dementia is basically the prophet’s condition; like in another time and place Claudia would have been identified early, cloistered somewhere safe and beautiful, attended to by priest/esses who would let her count their fingers as often as she needed to while writing down everything she said for specially trained interpreters to puzzle over.
Imagine a younger John Stilinski interviewing for a job and halfway through the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen sort of drifts through and tells the head of security that John gets the job and the guy just tosses up his papers like ‘Why do I bother?’
John, whose great-great grandmother had a touch of the sight although not enough to be a full-time Oracle, doesn’t get premonitions often… however he’s pretty sure that he just met the mother of his kids.
Step by Step: A Great way of Painting your own Mural without Knowing how to Draw
Yeah. You in the chair.
Illustrators and painters do this all the time.
It’s why we look at you weird sometimes when you freak out over our art. We will straight up tell you that it started as a photo and you never believe us. You’ll be standing there making it like we pulled this out of our brain and free-handed it without doing any rough sketches at all, like BAM. Done.
(Not that we aren’t saying that wouldn’t be pretty freaking sweet, but we’re only human.)
Art is 90% practice and practice is making art. You don’t make good art without making bad art. It just doesn’t work that way, however the remaining 10% is learning to work smarter rather than harder. Sometimes that involves doing something must like this tutorial.
So next time you have a crazy idea for something you want to do, don’t shelve it because none of your ‘artistic’ friends either don’t share your muse or don’t want to work for free. (Pro-tip: never ask an artist to work for free. That is what douchebags do, and you, you are not a douchebag.) Find a way to make it happen. Have fun with it and then brag about it for approximately forever because you earned it.
The cover for the upcoming novel The Voyage of the Basilisk, by Marie Brennan, has been revealed on Tor.com! Check out the full beautiful art, by Todd Lockwood »
…well, now I know what I want for Christmas this year…
God, that’s pretty.