This is for Cara, commissioned by Daunt!! Both are most fab ladies and I felt bad for taking so long and ended up going beyond a sketch, ah haha;; She asked for Derek and Stiles, or Stiles and a puppy. All dogs are puppies no matter what age or size okay. All dogs.
I have this dumb headcanon now about Derek and Stiles adopting a big ol’ Newfoundland (who I’ve been calling Herodotus in my head, eep). If the fact that both of them may be mildly aquaphobic now and Newfies are known for being good swimmers and are used for water rescue, no one brings it up (to their faces, at least)
The treehouse has seen and been through a lot in its lifetime.
It has been built and repaired and expanded on so many times that the
treehouse doesn’t even remember its original form. Its walls have been
colored on by crayons, markers, paint and mud. It wears each patch of
art with pride.
It has seen friends vowing to always be best friends, and also
seen those very same friendships break apart. It’s watched as tiny feet
grew into bigger feet, and then bigger still, until they no longer
climbed its ladder to confess all their secrets.
It has a lot of sweet memories, and some not so fond. But its
favorite story, the one it will whisper to the leaves at night when the
moon is bright and full, is the story of the wolf who fell in love with
the human.
Like most good stories, this one started with a lonely boy
longing for a friend. Day after day he would climb its ladder and stare
out the window. His hair, black and disheveled, would flutter in the
breeze as he would sigh and watch his siblings romp in the grass below.
He was quieter than the other kids. Sure, there were times
where he could be seen racing with everyone else, but most of his time
was spent up in the quiet of its walls. Pillows were strategically
placed so that he could sit on them and catch the most light as he read
his comic books. Sometimes he read out loud, as if he had an audience,
and afterwards he’d sigh and look out the window.
One day, as the boy was reading one of his books, a voice yelled
out “Derek!” from the base of the treehouse’s ladder. The boy, Derek,
startled and his face lit up. He waved the new kid up and fidgeted as
he waited for the boy to join him.
my friend just asked me for fashion advice and i sent her 3 links to “things women love to wear that men hate” articles. i hope i’ve done my service well.
for the lesbians out there who don’t want men hitting on them but still want to attract girls, here are things women like that men hate. almost all of these are featured on multiple articles.
•wedge sneakers
•open-side shirts
•bright lipstick
•high waisted pants or skirts
•pantsuits
•hair bows
•oversized sweaters
•uneven dresses
•peplums
•big sunglasses
•rompers
•overalls
•bangles
•leather pants
•flip flops
•crop tops
•baggy pants
•chokers
•lace-up tops
•strapless shirts or dresses
•bold floral prints
•clothes with ruffles
!!!!
Why are men so boring, every one of these is a goddamn Look.
im sorry but??? if you remove all these what’s left??????
Also:
-Floppy hats
-Asymmetric dresses (ie: my love in life)
-“Boyfriend” blazers
-Retro bikinis
^^^^ yes those were all in the articles too thanks for the addition! (and for those who don’t know “retro” bikinis basically refers to high-waisted ones 👌)
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