art for my bestie!
Graveyard Train by Mrs. Monster
justsmilestuffhappens asked: my grandma probably smells different, she’s been dead a while. - what I think you mean to write that on the other post
probably. holy context.
actual email from my dad who likes to pretend he is a zombie:
”I think I’m going to get creative in the kitchen. Maybe some MRS STOFFERS BRAIN CASSEROLE would be good. What ever it is, it must be rancid and decomposing.
this is what happens when your animals develop alopecia and have to wear sweaters.
Oh god, my friend just got into the Teen Wolf fandom, and is now shipping Sterek with the brutal and fierce passion we have all come to know.
I keep making her give me these happy, lovey prompts so I can make them TRAGIC AND SAD.
"Derek takes Stiles to comicon for their anniversary."
Stiles mother use to read him comics before bedtime like other mothers read bedtime stories about telling the moon good night. He still has her longboxes in the attic, dusty with disuse. He doesn’t read comics anymore. Can’t without remembering her. It hurts.
"Derek building Stiles and their cub a home from the ground up, with his bare hands."
He builds it in the ashes of his family home, because it’s Hale land, and it’s where Hales belong and if he can do nothing for his family, he’ll protect that much. He’ll carry on the legacy his mother carried before him. But he can’t forget the screaming of his family as they burned to death, trapped in the house.
"Derek and Stiles decorate the nursery."
They paint the nursery green like the forest. Stiles dad bring over a box of Stiles’ old baby things, just an old blanket, and a bear with an ear missing, but their Stiles memories, things he’ll share with their son. Derek wishes he had something of his past too.