(via captain-snark)Source: happysourwolf
Me and Bee had been planning some characters for
YET ANOTHERside project, and while developing them I drew these two next to each other and randomly shipped it and then we realized how unconventional but REALLY FITTING they are together and this happened. Shit.
Everyone say hi to Wen (inked up chick) and Adelaide (girl with the glasses).
Wen is a Horror book/movie nut with an inability to handle cute things and Adelaide (Wen calls her “Lady”) is a Romance book/movie nut that finds the fluffy happy side of any situation.
They’re both psychology majors and may or may not be magical girls, shh
Xena’s amazing costumes.
SHE HAS THE MOST PERFECT WARDROBE EVER :D
Still love the “samurai” costume. So impractical, but so bloody sexy.
She is looking SO hot in that one, isn’t she? :D
Not that she ever DOESN’T look hot of course…
MOTHER OF GOD THIS PIC SET(via
One of my personal favorites is evil barbarian xena
oh no stop this right now
(via hatteress)Source: makeshiftwing
reminder that you should be writing virgin!derek fic right now
JEEZ QUIT YOUR NAGGING HERE HAVE A COLLEGE AU:
“Okay, now you look like you’re ready for sex!” Stiles declares, fingers warm against Derek’s neck as he fiddles with his collar
And god, Derek’s had so many fantasies that start exactly like this—the two of them alone in their dorm room; Stiles crowding in close, smelling like sugar and Red Bull and the sandalwood shampoo he always steals out of Derek’s shower caddy; Stiles touching him, saying ‘sex’ to him in that silly, exaggeratedly-lascivious way he always does that makes Derek’s stupid heart go all syncopated.
Except this isn’t one of Derek’s fantasies. Because Stiles is talking about sex with somebody else.
“I need you to get a little bit more excited about this party, Hale,” Stiles is saying, moving his hands up to adjust Derek’s hair. His palms brush the edges of Derek’s ears on the way, and Derek shudders and clenches his teeth. “Wow, okay, interesting approach. You can try glowering at people until they sleep with you, but I’ve never had much success with it, personally. It might work for you. You’ve got a killer jawline for scowling, dude.”
“I shouldn’t go,” Derek says, not for the first time.
“I went out on so many limbs to score us invites, Derek! Hot sorority girls. Everywhere. More sorority girls than you can shake a stick at! Which, in this case, is a strikingly appropriate if inelegant idiom.”
“You’re the worst,” Derek reminds him, fondly, “and I’m requesting a new roommate.”