Something about the Huntsman and Graham really grabbed hold of me. I wanted to see more adventures of the sheriff and his deputy… and I do feel that Emma was his true love.
The writers of OUAT are some cruel people. o<-<
Something about the Huntsman and Graham really grabbed hold of me. I wanted to see more adventures of the sheriff and his deputy… and I do feel that Emma was his true love.
The writers of OUAT are some cruel people. o<-<
Some days you just wake up and think ‘I kinda want to draw a bathtub’ .. then things get out of hand.
A soak in a tub is probably called for after getting roughed up saving idiot werewolves. Ducks are not optional.
Betp, you should write fic for this. Please? *makes shiny eyes*
“Mrs. Duck,” Stiles addresses his rubber duck matter-of-factly. “If I die of internal bleeding tonight—”
“You’re not dying,” Derek says flatly.
Stiles ignores him. He goes on, “I’ve updated my will. I leave everything to you and Scott. Don’t let Derek have anything, because—”
“Not even your Star Wars figurines?”
“Because he’s an assclown who doesn’t deserve my mint-condition collectables!”
Derek turns, then, raises a pointed eyebrow at Stiles, who stares back acidly. He’s got a Spider-Man band-aid on his cheek and a Hello Kitty one on his forehead. “I’m an assclown?” Derek says. Stiles smirks, shrugs one soapy shoulder, all if the shoe fits. “An assclown.”
“Pop quiz,” Stiles says innocently to Mrs. Duck. “Who had all his ribs broken and needed to be dragged—literally dragged—into the Jeep?” Derek opens his mouth to respond, but Stiles adds loudly, “Spoiler alert: It wasn’t a beta or an omega.”
Derek huffs, turns away again.
“I bet you can guess it, Mrs. Duck. Tall, handsome, stupid, dumb, douchebag. Green eyes, shut up hair. It’s on the tip of your beak.”
“Shut up hair,” Derek says to the towel rack. “Shut up hair.”
“That’s an accurate descriptor for everything on you,” says Stiles.
Derek laughs.
Ahhhh, Vegeta: doting dad and house husband. I feel like this fandom doesn’t realize exactly how amazeballs it is that this proud, arrogant dude whose life goal is to become the greatest warrior in the universe … becomes a stay at home dad whose kids think he’s hilarious and whose wife trolls him as a means of expressing affection. Dignity, Vegeta. Always dignity.
and they run away to highgarden where they braid each other’s hair and eat lemon cakes and thrive in the matriarchy and nothing bad happens to them ever again the end ♥♥♥ [prints at society6]
Dorothy and Alice
“It was all sort of odd, you know,” Alice says pensively, balancing the teacup on her saucer. Picnics are all well and good until you’re forced to walk all the way back to school with a rapidly cooling wet patch on the front of your skirt.
“That is, I believe,” Dorothy says, “rather a prerequisite for journeys to other worlds. Of course, I could be wrong.”
Alice sighs heavily. “Must you always be so literal? I didn’t mean the going there, or the being there, or even Wonderland itself. It was only that I felt so queer once I got back.”
Dorothy hums thoughtfully, reaching over to scratch at the top of Toto’s head. (Technically, of course, pets aren’t allowed at school, but they’d hardly let something as little as a rule stop them.) “Like everything was somehow…less, here?” she says. “That’s how I felt, sort of.”
“No,” Alice says, a little surprised. She brushes a stray bit of hair out of her eyes, tucking it back behind her headband and thinking hard. “Not at all, actually. It was like I was somehow more.”
Dorothy reaches over to steal a sip of tea, lifting the cup out of Alice’s hands and setting it down again after making a face. “That’s gone cold, you know,” she says. “You really ought to drink it faster.”
Alice rolls her eyes. “If I did, I wouldn’t have any left for you to take.”
“That’s true,” Dorothy says easily. “Anyway, isn’t it all sort of the same thing?” When Alice frowns at her, she adds, “The world being less or you being more, I mean. I think you sort of end up in the same place either way.”
“Maybe,” Alice says, taking her own sip of—stone cold, it’s true—tea. “But I think there’s something to be said for perspective, don’t you?”
“Probably,” Dorothy admits. “Though I will say, if one more teacher sits me down to have a gentle talk about glasses being half full or empty, I shall scream.”
“And I would support you in that,” Alice says loyally. “I should scream with you, if you wanted me to.”
Dorothy laughs. “Only if you feel a truly desperate urge,” she says. “And I hope you know I would do the same for you.” She sighs. “Still, it’s not my fault if they think I have a bad attitude. I can’t help it if I’m always wondering whether the teachers actually know anything about the things they’re telling us.”
“Well, it’s not as if you can tell them that you’ve been to a country where the man in charge is lying about his qualifications,” Alice says, and giggles. “Only think of the looks on their faces.”
Dorothy laughs too, but she sobers up quickly when they hear a bell ringing in the distance. “Ugh,” she says with feeling. “We’ve History next, and that always makes me feel as if someone’s stuffed wool between my ears.”
“Perhaps they have,” Alice says, finishing off her tea and packing it away. “Come along, Chester,” she coos, picking up her cat while Dorothy grabs the basket.
“I don’t see why you didn’t just call him Cheshire,” Dorothy says as they start off back to the school.
Alice shrugs. “I think it would have made me feel sad, knowing that he wasn’t,” she says, and Dorothy nods in understanding.
“By the way,” she says, “I’ve been meaning to ask. Have you met the new girl?”
Alice frowns. “You mean what’s-her-name? Susan something?”
“Pevensie,” Dorothy says eagerly, nodding. “I think we ought to ask her to lunch with us.”
“Really?” Alice says, surprised. “I wouldn’t have thought it of her.”
“I can’t be sure, of course,” Dorothy says. “But I got a sort of funny feeling off of her. She’s certainly worth a look, at any rate.”
“Well, then,” Alice says, delightedly. “Look we shall.”
Rose and the Ninth Doctor - sketches of my favorite bits from Season 1
Finally someone draws Nine like the deeply attractive man that he is! This is beautiful!
lkaldskfjkasf nineXrose 5ever
First of a three-part series of spreads of my take on Rapunzel set in India. The book is geared toward a younger audience so I went with younger protagonists as well!
Omg I love
Vader’s Little Princess by Jeffrey Brown
I need this in my life right now.
I drew this because I finally saw Paperman and wtf freakinh tears in my eyes I don’t even know why, THE FILM DOESN’T EVEN MAKE ANY SENSE
WHAT IS THIS EMOTIONAL SORCERY
Please leave the credit and links to the artist.
Description:
“I’ve seen numerous fanarts of Velma, depicting her as some über curvy and sexy and geeky fantasy material… and for some reason, I wanted to draw the opposite - a tubby Velma, an out of shape Velma, a having-finished-with-the-mystery-squad-letting-herself-go Velma… I mean, that happens, right? People get done with what they think are their glory days and kind of just… exist instead of living.
So here we have Velma that’s been stood up on a date. I picture this being her first date with that particular guy, but not the first time she’s been abandoned like that.
Instead of distress, I wanted to show her as being used to this sort of thing by now - she’s gotten into a habit of bringing a book along with her, even. I would say she never held out much hope for succeeding with the date tonight, but, nevertheless, tried to make herself look nice. She’s not grieving much, as her outlook on the whole situation is rather removed and philosophical after so many failures.
bless you tumblr user supaslim
