Posted 8 hours ago

caitlinstasyy:

indecentdrawer:

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Something super mega indulgent because there can never be enough Stiles and SingleDad!Derek   (and also yoga. never enough yoga)

1) Be nice to his kids

“Hey, Mr. Hale.” Stiles smiles, waves at Derek and his cute daughter. “Hi, Mel.”

The little girl grins at him, sticks out her hand for him to shake. Stiles’ heart does a somersault inside his chest, and he feels the love spreading through his body.

“Hi, Stiles.” Mel says from where she’s standing beside her dad. “We’re here for the yoga class!”

Mr. Hale grins at his daughter. “She likes the yoga.”

“Yeah.” Stiles nods. “It’s going better than the dancing.” He laughs when Derek makes a scared face. Stiles can still remember the crying and the yelling, he can bet Derek remembers it just as well.

“Dancing was boring.” Mel says. “And Mrs. Kelly wanted me to dance with Tom.” She narrows her eyes in that same way her father does when he’s angry. “Tom is gross.”

“Keep thinking like that.” Derek kisses his daughter’s cheek. “Forever.”

Stiles laughs, flushes red when he realizes Derek is staring at him. “Uh – your class is about to begin.”

“Yeah, we better go then.” Derek looks down, holds Mel’s hand. “See you later, Stiles.”

Mel waves goodbye and follows her dad, but before they walk into the room she stops and runs back to him. “Bye, Stiles.” She’s holds his waist and when Stiles gets on his knee to hold her back, she kisses his cheek.

Stiles feels his eyes water and when he looks up Derek is staring at them with a fond look on his face.

“Bye, Mel.” He kisses the top of her head.

God, he’s so gone.

10) Be responsible

“No, no, no.” He curses, looking around worriedly. “Goddamnit.”

“You shouldn’t curse, Stiles.” A voice says from behind him, making Stiles stop and turn around quickly. “Dad says that if you curse, Santa won’t bring you presents.”

“Sorry.” Stiles says, smiles when Mel runs to him. “I’m angry, but your dad is right. Cursing is bad.”

He arches an eyebrow when he doesn’t see Derek following his daughter with that same amazed look and the tight jeans that make Stiles want to fall to his knees and thank god for that view. “You came here alone?”

Mel nods. “I saw you and I wanted to say hi.”

“That’s nice –” Stiles says, holding her hand and leading her inside the store once again. His car keys will have to wait. “but you shouldn’t run from your dad. He must be worried.”

Her little eyes get huge and she flushes red. “Sorry.” She whispers, almost starts crying when her dad finds them five minutes later and holds her tight against his chest. “Sorry, daddy.”

“Don’t run from me again.” He warns but the relief on his face gives away the worry. “Stiles! Thank you!”

“It’s fine.” He says, runs a hand through his hair and tries to resist the urge to throw himself at Derek. “It’s my fault she ran from you anyway.”

“Still.” He touches Stiles’ shoulder, squeezes. “Let me buy you a drink to say thank you.”

Stiles smiles. “Thanks but I still need to find my car keys.” He blushes when Derek looks at him, confused. “I lost them in the parking lot.”

“Well then – Mel, what do you say we help Stiles?”

Mel holds her dad’s hand, then reaches out for Stiles’ and pulls them towards the parking lot. “Come on!”

Stiles pretends he’s not blushing the entire way.

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Posted 8 hours ago

alola-artblog:

Yay video!! Okay I was so uncomfortable while doing it, I messed up inking and the colors and asdfghjkl idk I need more practice!

I used touch markers, sakura pens and white jell pen.
Also the song is: DLZ - Tv on the radio

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mermaidskey:

hemipelagicdredger:

mermaidskey:

mermaidskey:

oxidoreductase:

Lavoisier is having none of your shit.

Heeeey so fun fact: the woman in that painting is Lavoisier’s wife, Marie-Anne Pierrette Paulze, who not only acted as Lavoisier’s lab assistant but also translated English and Latin texts into French so he could read them. But she didn’t just translate, she pointed out errors in the chemistry in some of the texts. Her observations of these errors convinced Lavoisier to study combustion, which led to his discovery of oxygen. She was also critical to the publication of Lavoisier’s Elementary Treatise on Chemistry in 1789. She kept strict records of every experiment they conducted together and drew detailed diagrams of all their equipment. She also threw amazing parties and invited all the brightest minds in science so her husband could pick their brains. After Lavoisier was guillotined she secured all of his notebooks and equipment for posterity.
In short: NOBODY KICKS MADAME LAVOISIER OUT OF THE LAB.

Also, a side note: My historian husband-to-be pointed some things out to me about this painting. Notice that Madame Lavoisier is looking at the viewer, and all the light is on her, while Lavoisier himself is physically smaller than her, in shadow, and looking up to her in reverence. This isn’t a candid photograph- all of these choices are deliberate. The painting isn’t of Lavoisier- Madame Lavoisier is meant to be the central subject. 
I can just imagine Lavoisier telling all his colleagues that his wife is really the one with all the clever ideas, and them patting him on the back and telling him he’s sweet for saying so.

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I LOVE IT

mermaidskey:

hemipelagicdredger:

mermaidskey:

mermaidskey:

oxidoreductase:

Lavoisier is having none of your shit.

Heeeey so fun fact: the woman in that painting is Lavoisier’s wife, Marie-Anne Pierrette Paulze, who not only acted as Lavoisier’s lab assistant but also translated English and Latin texts into French so he could read them. But she didn’t just translate, she pointed out errors in the chemistry in some of the texts. Her observations of these errors convinced Lavoisier to study combustion, which led to his discovery of oxygen. She was also critical to the publication of Lavoisier’s Elementary Treatise on Chemistry in 1789. She kept strict records of every experiment they conducted together and drew detailed diagrams of all their equipment. She also threw amazing parties and invited all the brightest minds in science so her husband could pick their brains. After Lavoisier was guillotined she secured all of his notebooks and equipment for posterity.

In short: NOBODY KICKS MADAME LAVOISIER OUT OF THE LAB.

Also, a side note: My historian husband-to-be pointed some things out to me about this painting. Notice that Madame Lavoisier is looking at the viewer, and all the light is on her, while Lavoisier himself is physically smaller than her, in shadow, and looking up to her in reverence. This isn’t a candid photograph- all of these choices are deliberate. The painting isn’t of Lavoisier- Madame Lavoisier is meant to be the central subject. 

I can just imagine Lavoisier telling all his colleagues that his wife is really the one with all the clever ideas, and them patting him on the back and telling him he’s sweet for saying so.

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I LOVE IT

Posted 8 hours ago

lesueurpeas:

i cant stop thinking about ancient egyptian zelda ugh
tbh i dont know a lot about loz though so you guys can consider this whatever (i will use any excuse to draw non eurocentric princesses/queens)

Posted 9 hours ago

vincecarters:

tumblr user erlkoenigs and i’s bff necklaces
cost of necklaces: $11
cost of engraving: $35
total value: priceless

Posted 9 hours ago

laurenge:

universityofhyrule:

Food + Legend of Zelda = all I need in my nerd ass life

cynthiacloud if that first cake isn’t your wedding cake…

(Source: howaito90)

Posted 9 hours ago

tinyfruitbat-art:

"God damn fuckin’ wolf asshole piece of shit!" [x]

remind me to never try and draw animatronics again

Posted 9 hours ago
Little in the middle but she got much back.

(Source: beyonseh)

Posted 9 hours ago

tokentiger:

Old Scooby Doo Frames KILL ME