#lanuages

[dont-look-me-in-the-eye]

i feel like jrr tolkien only wrote the Hobbit and LOTR as an excuse to make up languages

One of the ballsiest things Tolkien ever did was write 473k words about some hobbits called frodo, sam, merry, and pippin and then write in the appendices that their names are actually maura, ban, kali, and razal. 

[feral-ballad]

Zehra Naqvi, from The Knot of My Tongue: Poems and Prose; “Dear Baba”

[mournfulroses]

Adonis, from a poem titled “Loss,” featured in The Selected Poems of Adonis

[sharksandsquirrelsandsnakes-ohmy]

The Human Bit the Werewolf?

Chapter 2: The What the Fuck Years

Masterlist | AO3 | Chapter 1

Derek Hale

3:56 pm

Stiles: I’m sorry. I def fucked up bc I didn’t know the biting thing was like a thing

Stiles: Bc of my adhd I have this fun little thing where I bite people as a form of affection

Stiles: You rly can’t call it weird since biting is apparently also a werewolf thing so

4:23 pm

Stiles: Also, i had a concussion so you super can’t blame me

5:48 pm

Stiles: Could you at least answer so I know you didn’t die or disappear again

7:13 pm

Stiles: ???

   Stiles groaned, dropping his phone beside him on the bed and letting his arms fall to the bed as he glared up at his ceiling. He tried apologizing and explaining and waited literal hours for a reply and all he got was a big fat lot of nothing. 

   And he still heard nothing from Derek the next day. And the day after that. And the day after that. Three days of nothing.

   See, at first, Stiles had been anxious and worried he’d really fucked up his (tentative)friendship with Derek. Then he went three days without an answer and he knew Derek was still able to use his phones because he was still texting Scott and the other betas about patrol! Derek was just ignoring him and that really got on Stiles’s nerves. 

   On Thursday night, Stiles got a text from Scott.

#1 Dumbass

4:27 pm

Scott: Dude where are you???

Stiles: wdym? I’m at home

Scott: Are you sick

Stiles: no why

Scott: pack meeting tonight?

Scott: you coming?

Stiles: Shit i didn’t know

Stiles: be there in like 15

   When had they decided to have a meeting tonight? Stiles checked his messages just to be sure but he hadn’t missed a text from anyone, especially not Derek who normally sent reminders about meetings.

   When Stiles finally got to the loft, he found they had already started talking without him. They paused when he walked in and joined them.

   “Hey guys, sorry I’m late,” he said. Isaac made room for Stiles without a word and Stiles sat down next to him. “I must have forgotten we had this planned.”

   “Didn’t you get Derek’s text,” Lydia asked, raising an eyebrow at him like he was stupid.

   Stiles’s eyes flicked between Lydia and Derek, noticing that he was the only person not looking at Stiles. “No, I didn’t… Must have not gone through.”

   The entire pack meeting, Derek refused to even look at Stiles and it was really starting to piss him off. First he ignores all of Stiles’s texts for days, then he tries to exclude him and now he pretends Stiles doesn't exist? Seriously, what the fuck? You know what? Fuck it. They were going to figure this out one way or another. If Derek wouldn’t answer his texts, Stiles would talk to him in -person after the meeting.

   “We need to talk,” Stiles said, following Derek as he walked away from the pack. 

   “About what,” Derek said, trying to sound as disinterested as possible.

   “Are you— You know what about,” Stiles said, stopping himself from going off.

   “Nothing to be said about it,” Derek told him, stopping at the bathroom door and turning to look at Stiles. “Anything else?”

   “Why are you ignoring my texts?”

   “I don’t have anything to add about the topic. You didn’t ask a question and I had nothing to ask you,” Derek said, obviously trying to avoid the conversation. 

   Stiles glared at him. “Why’d you try to exclude me from the pack meeting tonight,” he asked.

   “Didn’t mean to. I thought Scott would tell you,” Derek shifted uncomfortably under Stiles’s glare, looking like he wanted to escape. Is that it?”

   “Why don’t you want to talk to me,” Stiles asked. “You’re acting like I’m the dangerous one here. Was it really such a big deal that you can’t stand to be near me anymore?”

   Derek closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He took the moment to gather himself and then met Stiles’s eyes. “Even though it’s not how you meant it, the meaning behind biting that I grew up with makes it… uncomfortable. Stiles, you’re a child—”

   “I’m seventeen,” Stiles scoffed, cutting Derek off. “I’ll be eighteen in April! You’re barely three years older than me.”

   “You’re a child, a minor, and the fact that you don’t understand that seventeen is still a child makes me all the more sure,” Derek said. “I’m making sure nothing like that happens again because it makes me feel gross.”

   “I make you feel gross,” Stiles asked, only getting more angry. 

   Derek rolled his eyes. “You can be mad at me all you want. I’m the adult in the situation so I’m putting a stop to it.”

   “Oh, fuck you,” Stiles scoffed and walked away. 

   He complained to himself the entire walk out to the jeep, cussing Derek out and replaying the conversation in his head. He started his drive home pissed off. 

   But the more he thought about it, the more it made sense. While Stiles still didn’t think he was a child and three years didn’t seem like much, at least not until he thought about someone three years younger than him would be only fourteen and that… was really weird. Fuck, was Derek right?

   Perk of ADHD: you get over being mad at people faster because you don’t think about it.

   Downside of ADHD: YOU FORGET THAT YOU’RE MAD AT PEOPLE BECAUSE YOU DON’T THINK ABOUT IT.

   Stiles was still mad at Derek. He was really mad for the first two months where Derek avoided talking to him as much as possible, anger which he annoyingly forgot not two weeks into Derek willingly talking to him. Sure, he kept the conversations short and didn’t add much but Stiles was used to him being quiet. It was another four months– just after Stiles’s eighteenth birthday– that Derek would have normal conversations with him, even if he still kept his distance. 

   More annoyingly, Stiles’s crush didn’t seem to care that he was mad at Derek because he was still unreasonably attractive. Like, who the fuck green-lit that decision? How the hell did anyone think that giving a man that face with those eyes and the effortless werewolf muscles was fair? Were they trying for Adonis 2.0? Absolute bull shit and completely unfair!

   And it wasn’t like Derek was just hot, he had to be a good person to, the fucking asshole. It would have been one thing if Stiles just thought Derek was hot, he could get over that, but he was in deep for this man. Derek put his whole life on hold to protect Beacon Hills, a city full of people who only knew him as a traumatized kid that was suspected of killing his own sister. Derek’s only family left was Peter– who he had yet to kill again even though he deserved it– Malia–  who still thought of herself as a Tate and not a Hale– and Cora– who was in Brazil or Argentina or somewhere like that– but he never complained or thought of leaving Beacon Hills to join his sister. Okay, so maybe he complained about Peter but who wouldn’t? And he was protective of the pack and would make sure everyone was okay after even a tiny scuffle. He listened, at times begrudgingly, to the arguments of the pack. He took all the patrol shifts nobody else wanted. He let them crash at his place and made sure there was food they could take. 

   Stiles started college and, holy shit, did he understand why Derek had called him a kid just a few months ago. He couldn’t even put it into words, really. After his first semester of college, he started to see the divide between high schoolers and himself. It was weird. He’d grown up with most of them and, yet, it was like a divide had opened up. By spring break, he felt like he was lightyears apart from high schoolers and he realized he needed to apologize to Derek. Like, actually apologize.

   Stiles stood awkwardly at Derek’s door, debating whether he really wanted to do this or not. The decision was made for him when Derek opened the door.

   “Hey,” Stiles said lamely.

   “Hi,” Derek said back, raising an eyebrow, “Did you need something?”

   “Ya. Well, kind of,” Stiles sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I, uh, wanted to apologize.”

   Derek tilted his head, “for what?”

   “For being a total dick when you called me a kid. I get it now,” Stiles mumbled, looking at his shoes. “Thanks for, ya know, being the adult. I guess I didn’t realize how much growing up I still had to do, still have to do.”

   Derek looked at Stiles, really looked at him. He realized how much had changed, that Stiles wasn’t just a gangly awkward kid anymore. Stiles was growing up and figuring himself out, starting to figure out the whole adult. Derek didn’t have it figured out yet– hell, he wasn’t even sure Peter had figured out how to be an adult yet– but maybe they could figure it out together. Be actual friends and not just keeping each other alive. 

   “Do you wanna come in,” Derek asked, putting an end to the silence that had started to grow between them. 

   “What?”

   “Do you want to come in? You can tell me about school, how things are on the east coast,’ Derek shrugged.

   Stiles smiled and stifled a laugh. “Surprisingly different from the west coast,” he said and Derek let him in. 

   He let Stiles in his apartment but he also let him in as a friend. It was… different.

[glitter-troublewind]

• I feel when it comes to love language & needing a lot of attention you can look to Sun + Mars for Men

- Moon + Venus sign for Women 🎀

*Fire and Water placements need more attention 🧨

* Air and Earth 🌎 placements need more space

~ plug in your loved ones placements to see if my theory is correct 🤔

[hometoursandotherstuff]

[kabutoden]

i HATE shape language shape language explode FOREVER im DONE with shape language i TIRE of it oh the triangles are bad the circles are good NO!!11 NOO GRRRR RR GRGRGGR BABRKK RBARK BARK VARK GYRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH i will make all my characters out of THIS SHAPE and LAUGH as you decipher my MEANINGs. and FEELINGs . and INTENT YOUUUUUU WILL NEVAH. UNDERSTNAD DMEE

[shitty-goose-quack]

shules moments in 3x15

"she's one of santa barbra's finest"

touching her back like cameron did in the bank episode

[incorrect-hs-quotes]

Dirk: Dude you look forsaken as fuck right now

[lbibliophile-sw]

Alternate Love Lanuages

Also on AO3 @whumptober - day 19: “People don’t change people, time does.”, found family @clonefandomevents - Coruscant Guard bingo: small displays of affection

When they left Kamino, they promised that they’d keep in touch. That, even leading separate battalions, they’d embrace each other’s company while they could.

And it’s not as though Fox doesn’t want to catch up with his batchmates; he misses them, scattered across the galaxy as they are. But while the rest of the GAR comes to Coruscant to relax, Fox doesn’t get leave.

Bly and Wolffe arrange to stay on comms after an official meeting; Fox is called away by the Chancellor. Ponds comes past the Guard headquarters with midmeal to share; Fox is at the Senate Dome dealing with another assassination attempt. Cody and Rex convince him to go to 79s; Fox is asleep on the table after the first drink.

Eventually Fox stops accepting the invitations. Why bother making plans if he is just going to have to cancel anyway?

But his brothers refuse to give up. If he can’t spare time for their company, they will find other ways to ensure he knows he is not forgotten.

Fox checks his pad between meetings and finds cheerful messages and memes to make him smile. He gets back to his office after a long afternoon wrangling Senators and finds a cupcake sitting on his desk beside an origami frog. He wakes up after another failed night out and finds himself in his bed under a handknitted blanket, the softest plush fox tucked in his hand.

Fox might be stuck on Coruscant, with the same mind-numbing tasks day after day, while his brothers are out fighting to protect the galaxy. He might be left behind, lonely and exhausted, unappreciated by the citizens he is trying to protect. But he never doubts that his brothers remember him.

He never doubts that they care.

[toby-the-mushroom]

downloading the duolingo app but shaking my head the whole time so people know i dont agree with murderous owls

[khihi]

really though as a generally really quiet kind of person who struggles expressing themselves a lot of the time i relate to jan wayyy too much

[feral-ballad]

Zehra Naqvi, from The Knot of My Tongue: Poems and Prose; “لسان الحال | The language which things themselves speak”

[thedomesticanthropologist]

Me to the girl at the store I've been flirting with for 6 months

"I hope you don't mind me flirting you up every time I come in, you always respond well but I don't want to cross a boundary so I wanted to check in"

Her: "oh you're not flirting haha you're soo funny for saying that, I know you're just being nice 🥰"

Me, gayly: 😟🥹 .... 🫡 ma'am, have a lovely evening hgkgkgjkgjk

[aaa-people]

GOD I NEED TO MAKE ART FOR NOVEMBER 16TH BUT MY BRAIN NO WANNA