Transition to Here

Here. Genderqueer. Yeah.

lesreichenbachfinn:

feardubh:

When people turn to fictional characters, it’s often because they want an escape. The stories of these people shelter us from the storm of our daily lives; they save us, if only for a little while. But when we really give in, become invested, let ourselves be vulnerable, something changes. We begin to feel that we know them. It’s no longer just an escape, but part of us, something that makes us who we are.

These characters teach us that incredible adversity can be overcome. That people can love each other forever. That life can be an adventure. That magic can be real. And even if these miracles have never happened to us, we begin to go through life believing that, someday, they could.

“And I promise you that you’re important. Don’t look at me like that- in all my 900 years I’ve never met someone who wasn’t important.”

“Cheer up mate, it gets better. Look at me, I was once a little kid living under the stairs. You’ll do fine.”

“Hey. I know it seems like life sucks, that you’ve got the devil on your tail. Hell, sometimes you do. But you’re strong enough to beat him. You’ve got friends at your back and family too, and that’s what really counts in the end.”

“Don’t be silly, they’re wrong about you; of course you matter. You’ve always mattered.”

WOW CONGRATS YOU JUST MADE ME CRY OVER MY OWN POST

(Source: romangodfrey, via pizzalecki)

caseyweldon:

‘Jack’ another kitty for the show opening this Thursday at Trifecta Gallery in Las Vegas.

This picture gave me an instant headache.
(There. Now you have one too.)

caseyweldon:

‘Jack’ another kitty for the show opening this Thursday at Trifecta Gallery in Las Vegas.

This picture gave me an instant headache.

(There. Now you have one too.)

(via colorsofshade)

This would be why I got a little over 3 hours sleep last night (well, that & having to get up to take the Kid to school).

This would be why I got a little over 3 hours sleep last night (well, that & having to get up to take the Kid to school).

(Source: xxhopelesswandererxx, via tidal-eye)

Stiles Is Our King: hoechleberry: captain-snark: Suddenly picturing Stiles eating some...

hoechleberry:

captain-snark:

Suddenly picturing Stiles eating some kind of wrapped candy that doesn’t say the flavor on it and not wanting to pick a bad one he shoves them beneath Derek’s nose and asks, “what is it?” and Derek doesn’t even have to question the question because this happens like every other day and he’s stopped fighting it so he just sniffs and says “wild berry.” And Stiles sighs and tosses it away and shoves the next one under until he finds the kind he wants.

“The fuck? They don’t put the, uh,” Stiles snaps his fingers, frowning at the candy. “The flavours on here.”

“It’s supposed to be a surprise,” Derek tells him. Stiles shakes his head.

“I hate surprises,” he says.

So does Derek. He doesn’t even bother suppressing the fond look on his face. Stiles doesn’t notice; he’s trying to see the colour of the candy through the wrapper by holding it up to the light. No dice. 

He offers it up to Derek, brows furrowed. “So what kind is it?”

Derek squints, sniffs at it. Syrupy sugar and food colouring—red. No, pink. “I think it’s watermelon.”

Stiles gasps, chucks it into the basket like it burned him. He selects a new one, presents it to Derek.

Tartaric acid. Blue—purple. Derek grimaces. “Grape,” he decides, and Stiles’ eyes light up.

“I love grape,” he says, twisting at the paper.

“M’kay,” Derek says wearily, “but I’m not kissing you if you eat that shit. It’s gross.”

Stiles slumps his shoulders. Looks back and forth at the candy and Derek. “Fine,” he snaps eventually, shoving the candy into his pocket. “Find me a strawberry one, then.”

OMG - do you think Derek could figure out exactly what flavor the “Mystery Flavor” DumDum is?!?

(via stereksextape)