Tag: faves

blvnk-art:

Before this little talk, they were staring at each other for several sunlit days in silence. No talk, no kiss, just a very comfortable silence… It was the best thing he could have wished for. Just having someone who understands him perfectly. He had to break the silence to say he loves her. It was the first time – and yet, she already knew it.

I drew this one listening to this song and I was inspired by this beautiful reference. 

Harry and Ginny sharing smiles after the war; things slowly start to get better.

bananateeth:

 “Cry wolf, they told the Sheriff’s boy,
And to your aid He’ll run.” 

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This was a 3-part commission for Alohiel! who asked for three pieces in the style of my animation dinky that I did back in July. I had kind of half-assed it at that time though- but I hope these look okie too!
these have been resized and watermarked for payment reasons- and um, the originals didn’t have the wiggly text and glowy stuff
I just like things that move so I did that for fun after I had handed them in.ヾ(^ ^ゞ

trilliath:

For clauxx, Happy Valentines Day! I present you with art and this little ficlet <3<3

This Is Not The Best Day Ever

“It’s raining,” Derek says, voice low and disappointed and almost apologetic because he’s ridiculous. Ridiculous.

“I know, isn’t it great?” Stiles says with a happy sigh.

They walk up over the gentle arch of the bridge over the little creek, arm-in-arm. The rain patters against the umbrella Derek’s holding over
their heads and makes round, musical sounds as it splashes into the
water below them.

“You hate when it rains like this,” Derek replies, frowning over at him. “I thought you’d be disappointed.”

Stiles
leans on his arm he has looped through Derek’s, brushing his lips past a
smooth-shaven cheek. It makes him smile, because Derek had insisted.
For the photos, he’d said. Just like how he’d insisted on bespoke suits,
and spending way too much money on champagne.

Champagne that’s now competing with happiness for most bubbly substance inside Stiles.

“Yeah, but you love
this weather. You love the way all the plants brighten up, the way
everything quiets down, the way the little animals huddle and cuddle in
their little bitty houses. So yeah, it’s great. You’re great. Everything
is great.”  

Derek flashes him one of his rare, full-breadth
smiles, and Stiles knows, he just knows how stupidly happy he must look
in return but he doesn’t care. He gets so caught up in staring at
Derek’s face that when the bridge ends and the smooth path begins again,
he catches the edge of his dress-shoe and stumbles. If it weren’t for
the fact that his arm is looped solidly through Derek’s, he’d have gone
flying. As it is, he just ends up twisting around and stumbling into
Derek’s side.

Derek sighs heavily, casting his eyes skyward
theatrically in a move that facetiously expresses exasperation. It ends
up looking more like fondness.

“Shut up, you love me,” Stiles grumbles.

“Yep,” Derek says, looking stupid and smug and perfect.

Stiles
looks down to where Derek’s hand is wrapped around the umbrella handle.
It somehow has him smiling even wider. He wraps his hand around
Derek’s, slotting his fingers into the grooves between Derek’s knuckles
as they resume walking along the path through the serene and elegant
beauty of the Japanese gardens, stealing just a few minutes for
themselves while the others deal with… things. Scott’s frantic
explanation hadn’t made any sense, and Lydia had shoved them in the
direction of the Japanese gardens with orders not to return till
notified and Stiles couldn’t care less about whatever’s wrong because he
already has everything he needs.

“This is not the best day ever,” he announces decisively.

“No?” Derek asks, brows furrowed.

“It’s
the best day yet,” Stiles explains quickly, easing the lines starting
to form on Derek’s face. “I can’t say ever, though it feels like
nothing’s going to top this for a while, but the best part, the whole point of today is knowing someday, something
will. Maybe it’ll be something big, like when we christen our first
house. Maybe it’ll be just the most boring day ever and I’ll just be
watching you fall asleep while reading in front of our fireplace. Maybe
it’ll be every week. I don’t know. But I know it’s going to happen. So
no, I’m not going to say today is the best day of my life-“

“But it’s the best day yet,” Derek finishes for him with the softest smile, the one that makes Stiles’s heart ache
it’s so precious to him. “Better than anything I was able to imagine
for a long time. Till recently, anyway. Till you. And it’s just the
beginning.”

“Yeah,” Stiles agrees, holding up his left hand so
that the light catches the smooth band around his fourth finger on his
left hand. He leans his head on his husband’s shoulder as they gaze at
it together. “Yeah.”

Who told you that goddesses were thin?

alethiometrix:

alethiometrix:

Brighid keeps the cows,

And cows are heavy work—

She’s all shoulders, hips, and thighs,

Strong for the lifting.

Her heart remembers the son she keened for,

And so does her belly.

 –

Stretch marks strike across Hera’s skin,

Lightning tattoos,

Fitting symbols of eternal loyalty.

Forever marked a wife, a mother,

Not a marble statue.

– 

On the shores of her birthplace,

Aphrodite comes up dripping,

Breasts heavy, hips rolling like waves.

In Mauritania she overflows:

Fat (no hiding from that word,

No shame)

Cascades from her arms,

Rolls over her middle,

Puckers her thighs.

On every beach she has cellulite—

She is goddess of beauty,

Not goddess of the impossible.

Everywhere, she is adored.

 –

Inanna, Queen of Heaven,

Feels no need to diminish herself

When the entire sky is hers to occupy.

many thanks to @winebrightruby for editing this piece