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What I Go To School For // ✭✭✭✭✭
AU PG-13 Words: 5509 (1/1)
Derek is having a hard time with chemistry. Stiles is one of the best students in the class.
This couldn’t possibly go wrong.
I find it hard to tell you (I find it hard to take) // ✭✭✭✭✭ - NEW
NC-17 Words: 6149 (1/1)
When Boyd makes it back without Erica, Derek has to deal with the loss. And he gets Stiles’ help, whether he wants to or not.
Stiles Stiliski and the Virginity Visor // ✭✭✭✭✭
PG-13 Words: 5927 (1/1)
Stiles gets a job at McDonald’s.
You Might Just Find You Get What You Need // ✭✭✭✭✭ - NEW
AU NC-17 Words: 11254 (1/1)
Derek is one of the highest earning escorts at Peter’s Menagerie, where the roster of beautiful men and women are ready and waiting to give you everything you want. When Lydia calls begging him to cover for her with their biggest client he isn’t expecting to find himself in the hotel room of Stiles Stilinski, genius and billionaire founder of premier social networking site FriendSpace. What starts as a simple job providing companionship soon has Derek struggling with his own desires. Feelings that his profession has forced him to lock away come to the surface as he risks losing himself to his latest client. Sometimes what you want is what you really need.
Your Majesty // ✭✭✭✭✭ (FAV!)
AU NC-17 Words: 22291 (1/1)
It wasn’t like he was a pro or whatever, but like any teenage boy he’d spent a lot of time jerking off, and there were a lot of people on the internet that liked watching that sort of thing. And while the idea of doing actual porn - like, porn with another person’s dick in his ass porn - kind of made him uncomfortable, jerking off by himself in front of a camera sounded okay. If you’re good at something, never do it for free, right?
Based off a prompt asking for Stiles as a cam boy and Derek lusting after his hot virgin bod.
Queen - Killer Queen (Isolated Vocals)
“Hey,” Danny says. “You should know - Derek just threw on his jacket and stormed off. It looks like he’s headed towards campus.”
“Hmmm,” Stiles says. “He probably just wanted to get away from the delivery guys for awhile.”
“I don’t know,” Danny says. He sounds wary. “He looked kind of like a man on a mission.
“You really think he’s figured us out?” Stiles asks. Danny doesn’t answer, but his silence speaks volumes. “Okay. I’m gonna make one more call while I’m here, then I’ll maybe head off campus and find a different payphone.”
He’s halfway through said call when he glances up and sees Derek marching purposefully toward him.
“Oh, shit,” he breathes and doesn’t even pause to hang the phone up, just grabs his jacket and runs.
“Stiles!” he hears Derek bark behind him, but there’s no way he’s stopping for anything right now, because Derek might actually kill him, and that would be terrible. In retrospect, the payphone by the library was way too obvious. He definitely should’ve opted for the one up by the freaking observatory - nobody ever thinks to go there.
Stiles can hear Derek gaining on him, and he’s cursing his decision to quit cross country back in high school. Still, even with Derek closing in, he can’t resist yelling back over his shoulder, “You should be thanking me! I very thoughtfully provided your whole frat with lunch!”
It’s a mistake. Derek practically snarls and puts on a burst of speed that brings him close enough to Stiles that he can lunge forward and tackle him, right down into the dirt. Stiles makes a surprised noise, already scrabbling through the patchy grass in an attempt to get away, but Derek’s a solid weight on his back, pressing him inexorably down.
“Ow, fuck, get off,” Stiles gasps. “You weigh a metric fuckton, God, do you eat bricks for breakfast?”
“Now, why would I do that, when I have five pizzas, three orders of lo mein, two subs, and a huge-ass order of chicken wings filling up my fridge back at the frat house,” Derek growls.
- There is Brotherhood
“Everyone around me gets hurt.”
Qhuinn and I decided to play this game where we “Sterek” a scene and compare creations. This is our first try.
The Body in Nature: Unusually Beautiful Photographs
Photographing the nude is just about as old as the camera itself… from cheesy pinups to surreal body landscapes, the form has been explored in just about every way imaginable. That’s why, when I ran across the work of Arno Rafael Minkkinen I was truly blown away. His work is filled with almost magical abstract forms created using just creatively positioned figures in the landscape and his well placed lens… nothing more. Each photograph is a revelation, something to decipher for its mysterious form and appreciate for its lyrical beauty.
Making these images even more astounding, most of them are self-portraits. Minkkinen says he does this because of the often underestimated danger in creating such images (which sometimes involve hanging off cliffs or staying under frozen snow for long periods). He also uses no assistant to position himself in the shots, so he must click the shutter button and accurately dance himself into position in just 9 seconds before the shutter fires. For more difficult shots he has sometimes employed a long cable release which he throws out of the scene before the image is taken.
Perhaps this is the element that makes Minkkinen’s images so incredible: he whole heartedly embraces reality. He has been working since long before photoshop and uses the image as it was taken by the camera with no manipulation of the image. He explains his thinking:
“If you are going to be under the snow, be under the snow. ‘Out of limitations new forms emerge,’ Georges Braque said. My translation: know what you will not do. For me this means embracing reality as a collaborator in the invention of the image, not overlaying multiple images to create such impressions. In the end, my negatives will never give away how I made any one of my photographs. They will always print with the same information as found in them the day the negatives were made.”