#head of a wolf

[theancientwayoflife]

~ Head of Medusa; Head of a wolf.

(Decorative cover of an end of cantilevered beam of a ship)

Period: Reign of Caligula (A. D. 37-41).

Provinience: , Roman National Museum, Palazzo Massimo alle Terme (Roma, Museo nazionale romano, Palazzo Massimo alle Terme).

Medium: Brass

[saltmalkin]

metastasis

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF movie Vanessa becomes a Roxy fan

[pimsri]

Happy Valentine's <3

[blueiskewl]

Etruscan Bronze Helmet in the Shape of a Wolf’s Head 6th-5th centuries BCE.

[serennes-art]

come shadow, come follow me!

[chalkrub]

strange fellas

[lunameimei]

when your friend just tried to kill your friend

[cambcts]

[commsroom]

the u.s.s. horrible unending nightmare 💥 (once again from the incredible @hehearse)

[alexquinn247]

Stiles: Hey Scott, can you grab my pillow? It's in the other room.

Scott: Sure, buddy.

*leaves*

*comes back in, dragging Derek behind him*

[flimsy-spine]

the Worst throuple you will ever meet

[thylacines-toybox]

Magenta Sparkle Moon Heart got an essential sparkledog upgrade: angel and devil wings!

I was originally going to make her wings as a wearable harness type thing, but decided to just sew them on instead. She also got a few new accessories!

[dcangel]

^stiles would be SUCH a whore for tits

especially after an awful week, he’s just looking forward to hanging out with you. he wasn’t expecting anything from you, as usual, but when you laid down while he was kissing you, tugging his shirt for him to get on top of you, he got the hint.

he knew you probably had something more planned for him, but stiles was just happy to be here with you, let alone lined up for a good night. his jean-clad hips were situated between your spread thighs, his hands respectfully at your waist despite what you had told him about wanting him in a not so respectful way.

one hand slid up your torso and briefly rested at the base of your neck before finding home in your hair, tugging gently at the roots.

his other hand gets a little more adventurous; sliding up your torso with his thumb hooked under the hem of your shirt. the fabric is brought up, slowly revealing a gorgeous black and red lace patterned bra, a small bow in the middle where the underwire of each cup met, and neat roses lining the top. stiles was too invested in your lips to notice, but when he felt the foreign texture beneath his calloused fingertips, he took a quick peek down.

you felt his lips detach from yours. stiles was staring down as the pretty article of clothing that really did nothing to hide your hardened nipples. his jaw hung agape, yet his lips were barely parted.

he’d never seen you in such clothing. sure, you’d worn patterned bras before, but you’ve never worn lingerie for him.

stiles swore he’s never seen something prettier, someone more angelic. the ineffable beauty of his girl took every word—every thought that didn’t contain you right out of his brain.

you broke him and it was obvious. you could nearly see the gears malfunctioning behind his eyes as he tried to process the alluring sight in front of him.

you watched as stiles’ eyes skimmed over the neatly threaded fabric and the skin underneath, not a single thought of even looking up at you yet. his large hands immediately cupping the doughy mounds, thumb smoothing over your pebbled nipple.

“you like it? I just got it last week, ’nd I was saving it for—well, was gonna save it for your birthday but you were having a bad week, so…”

“you—it’s,” he blew an hefty breeze of air from his mouth as if he couldn’t believe his eyes, “I can’t believe you’d do this for me. I mean, you’re, like, so unbelievably gorgeous right now—no, I mean, you always are, but right now you’re…” brown eyes flickered up to yours briefly, but dropped back down like an invisible force was attracting them like a magnet.

smiling at his hyperactive mind that his mouth often struggled to keep up with, you brought his blushed face back down you yours, his swollen lips fervently meeting yours with esurience.

of course his hands never left your chest. long, slender fingers cupped and squished the soft, doughy mounds of flesh. he could not get over the way you looked in his favorite color. stiles’ appreciation for the color deepened along with the feeling of need.

and suddenly it was like stiles couldn’t scrape the image of fucking you, with nothing on your body except this little bra, out of his mind. it’s was as if he couldn’t imagine not having you like this whenever he wanted, and he knew you’d agree.

[enidtendo64]

In another life

[nanodelta]

firefly the mecha fan