Here’s a song for you… Dear Doubt by Michael Schulte
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@derekreedthewolf
Here’s a song for you… Dear Doubt by Michael Schulte
But we're running out of time Oh, all the echoes in my mind cry There's blood on your lies The sky's open wide There is nowhere for you to hide The hunter's moon is shining
I'm running with the wolves tonight I'm running with the wolves
“It’s not about the landing. It’s about the flying.”
— Maggie Stiefvater
“Some days seem to fit together like a stained glass window. A hundred little pieces of different color and mood that, when combined, create a complete picture.”
— Maggie Stiefvater, Shiver
Minimalist Posters >> The Wolves of Mercy Falls Characters
mister impossible - maggie stiefvater
Picture by John Conrad
stfu-isabel:
I shake my head at the pathetic boy in front of me, purplish bags under his eyes and chattering teeth. He hastily pulls the hat over his ears and tugs the gloves on – it takes him twice of dropping them due to his numbness before I take over and help him.
“Has it finally happened?” I ask. “Have you finally lost the last shred of sanity you had left?” It’s the only way I know how to respond to his self destructive tendencies – sarcasm. Brush it off. He knows I won’t fawn over him or baby him – maybe that’s why we work so well. I have the expectation set – I won’t sugarcoat. He won’t hate me for being a bitch.
“We can go to that shed and grab you some clothes.” I say, my boots dragging through the thick snow, tingling in sympathy pain as I watch Derek’s toes disappear into the snow.
I don’t think I could handle it if Isabel pitied me. I think I’d just fall into such a pit of despair that I’d never find my way back out. Her brand of sarcasm is exactly what I need right now. I am a drowning person lost at sea and Isabel is a life preserver keeping me afloat.
“Probably,” I admit. No use denying it. A sane person probably would not be in the snow risking frostbite and hypothermia hoping to become a wolf.
I follow her to the shed, feeling as though I am on autopilot. It’s all kind of a blur. Before I realize it we’re in the shed with the space heater turned all the way up. I don’t know who’s clothes I’m wearing but I’m starting to feel some sensation come back to my numb icy skin.
I reach out my arms to Isabel, pulling her to lay down on the floor with me beneath a pile of blankets. I wrap my arms around her and press myself against her. “Body heat,” I say, closing my eyes and sighing contentedly. “You’re so warm.” I’m shivering now and it’s a good sign. It means my body is trying to warm back up again.
baranova-victor:
Victor watches Derek’s eyes flutter down towards their hands, Derek’s thumb circling nervously around Victor’s knuckle as he speaks. Victor gnaws on the inside of his cheek for a moment, frankly a little shocked. Sure, they had talked about getting married – in the passing way couples do. It fills Victor with a fondness he didn’t know he was capable of experiencing to know Derek had seriously thought about this – to the point of suggesting tattooing something on their human bodies to show their love for one another.
It’s foolproof, really. Like Derek said, it would be impossible for them to lose them, which is vital given their… unpredictable lifestyles.
Victor meets Derek’s eyes, a wave of emotion crushing him when he realizes Derek is watching him nervously, awaiting his reaction. As if Victor, in any realm or alternate universe, would ever say no.
“That’s perfect.” Victor says. “Seriously, you’re a fucking genius.” Victor raising their intertwined hands, holding them up in the air to face one another, palms connected, fingers lined up, as he imagines mirroring inked rings on each of their fingers. “I love you so much. I think it’s a great idea.”
Derek had been holding his breath and he let it out in a relieved and disbelieving chuckle. Was this real life? Was he dreaming? Did Victor actually say yes? Part of him had been bracing for Victor to think the idea was silly or weird. Hearing Victor agree to the idea, wanting to have a permanent mark on his finger saying that he belonged to him forever, felt like winning the lottery.
“I’m so happy I could cry,” he confessed, hiding his face against Victor’s shoulder for a moment out of embarrassment as he tried to stay in control of his emotions. He snuggled up to Victor and held him tightly in his arms. “Marry me,” he said. “For real. Let’s have that wedding we’ve been talking about.”
Why couldn’t they have a ceremony? They deserved it. He wanted to be able to call Victor his husband. Their life was far from perfect and they deserved at least one special day.
“I don’t know if I should be on one knee and maybe this isn’t the most romantic proposal ever, but fuck it. Marry me in Beck’s backyard. We’ll invite Sam and Grace and anyone else who can make it. Sam can read some cheesy poetry and I’ll even sing a song for you. I just.... I want you to be mine forever, no matter what. If our forever is a few days or 80 years, I want you to be mine for it. You are the most amazing person I have ever met and I’d be the luckiest man ever to be able to call you my husband.”
He should have rehearsed this speech, should have saved this proposal for a fancy occasion, but instead he was just spilling all his emotions out at once and he couldn’t stop himself. The truth was, they didn’t always have the same opportunities as everyone else. Especially with Victor’s uncontrollable shifting lately. Instead of a big proposal in a fancy restaurant it was just them laying here snuggling under an old blanket in a shed. Instead of a huge ceremony with all kinds of friends and family, it would just be a few of them together in Beck’s backyard. But it was perfect for them. Derek didn’t care about things being fancy, he didn’t care where they spent their time together, he just treasured every single moment he got with Victor.
Their future was uncertain. He didn’t know if they would ever find a cure. He didn’t know how long he would have before Victor just stopped being human and stayed a wolf. He didn’t want to think about it because it was too painful to imagine a future without Victor in it. Vic meant everything to him. There was a time that he wouldn’t have believed he could ever have this, ever have true love and happiness. He was so grateful to have met Victor, to have had this time with him even if it was short.
@stiefvaternet event 7: quotes + the wolves of mercy falls
I was so tired of being alone, but I was always alone, even with people around me. And I was so tired of being surrounded, but I was always surrounded, even when I was by myself. There was so much talk about how everyone wanted to be goddamned special. I was so tired of being the only one of my kind.
“People shouldn’t have to earn kindness. They should have to earn cruelty.” -Maggie Stiefvater, Forever
@stiefvaternet event: favourite character ⟶ Sam Roth
I fell for her in summer, my lovely summer girl, From summer she is made, my lovely summer girl, I’d love to spend a winter with my lovely summer girl, But I’m never warm enough for my lovely summer girl.
Pretty stoked at the thought of the Dreamer trilogy and how this stack will just keep growing 🦅 What’s your favourite Maggie novel?
Black wolf, I think I knew you once.
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Of Monsters and Men, Wolves Without Teeth
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