#mer!stiles

[sterekcraptrash]

sketch dump

this time the one that got turned into stone was stiles and derek’s just floating around i guess 

[batwynn]

merman stiles but he's a local nuisance/celebrity in derek's coastal town like neil the seal in tasmania

They love him.

[hale-doll-house]

EPISODE 29: Mer-Boyfriend? In which Derek comes to the rescue of a mer-dude in distress, and gets rewarded for it! 💖😆🧜

(I know I don’t say this nearly enough, but HUGE thanks to all of you loyal fans who reblog my little comics! It means a lot to me, and I love reading your comments and tags!!) 

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[kitweewoos]

It's the Annual @allurakimas and Kit Bitch about Teen Wolf's Inconsistent Writing and Queerbaiting Convention!!!

[hysteric-for-sterek]

Hindsight

When Stiles decided he was going to marry Lydia Martin, that’s exactly what it was: a decision. What he interpreted as destiny, was mostly just stubbornness. He’d declared, to Scott and to his Dad and to himself, that he was going to marry Lydia Martin, and to go back on that declaration was to admit defeat. And don’t get him wrong, it wasn’t all cool calculations and stubbornness, he did actually love Lydia. The pining and plotting was actually based on genuine feelings, it’s just that… they maybe weren’t as long-term as he’d initially thought. The more they both grew up, grew closer, became friends… well, the less naturally the ten year plan seemed to be at the forefront of his mind. Sometimes he… forgot… to have a crush on her. But, he was busy, alright? His life turned into werewolves and monsters and fear, he could be forgiven for putting his pining on the backburner occasionally.�� 

The point was… Stiles didn’t really know any different when it came to having feelings for someone. Lydia was his first crush. The way he handled it was all he really knew about such matters.  

Which was probably why he didn’t recognize what was really going on when it came to Derek. Or at least, that’s his excuse and he’s sticking with it. 

So… there may have been signs. But not major, flashing, neon ones, OK?  

Having a dream solely about Derek’s forearms? Dreams are always weird, they don’t mean anything. He once had one about a dancing frog made of toothpaste. Dreams don’t count for anything. 

Derek being the first person he called at the first sign of trouble? That was just practical! Derek had a car, werewolf powers, he actually answered his phone… of course he made sense as the first contact when something supernatural was out to get him. Or when he needed a ride somewhere important. Or when he saw a funny shirt that read “trust me, I’m not a werewolf”. Or when he was hungry. Or tired... Or bored... Whatever.  

Wearing Derek’s clothes? It’s not Stiles’ fault he was always caught off guard out in the woods without enough layers! He gets cold easily! And werewolves run hot! Derek lending him his jackets was not a big deal. It didn’t mean anything other than Derek being considerate of Stiles’ delicate human body being exposed to the elements. So what if Stiles rarely actually returned the jackets and jumpers and shirts and, on one occasion, pajamas (they’re so cozy and comfy omg) and continually wore them to the point of Scott complaining he stunk like Derek all the time? It’s just clothes, stop being ridiculous. 

“What about the bedsharing?” the voice in his head, that sounded a lot like Scott, asked. 

Well that was just sensible. You’re taking that out of context. There was only one bed in the loft and it was late and I didn’t really have anywhere else to go and Derek was insistent that I get some sleep and take his bed and there was no way I was going to make him sleep on the floor like an actual dog when his bed was plenty big enough to share! Come on, we’re two mature people, sharing a bed out of convenience didn’t mean anything! 

“The cuddling probably did.” 

I can’t help what my body does during the night while I’m asleep! 

“Uh huh. What about the fact that this has happened 5 more times since?” 

Shut-up brain-Scott.  

Hindsight is a funny thing. Because it’s not until this very moment, lying in Derek’s bed, with Derek’s arm pulling him flush against him, their legs tangled together and lips gliding together for the first time, that Stiles can see how they got here.  

The pack meeting wrapped up, Scott and Isaac went to work, Erica and Boyd went to see a movie, Lydia and Jackson went to the mall and Stiles stayed back to hang with Derek. They had a healthy debate about the possible existence of mer-people while Derek cooked them steaks and Stiles made a salad. They watched 2 episodes of Supernatural on Stiles’ laptop while laying on Derek’s bed, then got into another debate about whether beheading would really be the only way to kill a vampire. When Stiles had reached over Derek to snatch his phone off the nightstand in order to consult Peter on the matter and settle the debate once and for all, Derek had stopped him by pinning his arm above his head and something in the air just… shifted. Stiles had stared into Derek’s eyes and Derek had just… looked back. And then they were kissing. And Stiles’ hands were in Derek’s hair and Derek’s arms were pulling Stiles closer and… nothing was weird about any of it.  

Stiles had the thought that it wasn’t supposed to feel this normal, that he probably should have been having a slight existential crisis right now, but it just felt… right. Like this was obvious, like they were always going to end up here. 

“Well duh.” 

Shut up Scott-brain! 

[stiles-o-dylan24]

King of My Heart Chapter 5 - The Flea and the Acrobat

Author: @stiles-o-dylan24​  Pairing: Steve x Summer Byers (eventually)  Word Count: 7.6k Warnings: canon violence and themes, physical abuse, language, character injury, mentions of funeral events, just overall grief and sadness  SERIES SPOTIFY PLAYLIST

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I’m on my third loop of the downtown square when I start heading back towards the funeral home– where the car is still parked from when Jonathan left me with it while he and Nancy went to the school to use the dark room and I went on my previous caffeine hunt. 

I pull my sweater tighter around me, figuring it’s probably best that I get home anyways since the sun is almost set and it’s going to be even more cold out here than it already is.

I walk into the parking lot of the funeral home seeing my shadow grow taller on the pavement when headlights shine brightly behind me. I look over my shoulder and move off to the side, sighing in relief when I notice Nancy and Jonathan in the car. She parks beside our car right when I’m walking alongside it and she rolls down her window.

I lean my crossed arms on the window seal “Hey, any luck with the photo?”

They both nod and Jonathan reaches over to hand me said photo they developed again “Yeah, look at this.”

I take the photo from him and notice the brighter image that has been zoomed in more on the definite tall figure that mom actually described very well.

Making a noise I whisper in my terrified awe “Holy shit” I flick my eyes to Nancy and lift the photo slightly “And this is what you saw in the woods yesterday?”

She adjusts in her seat and nods, pointing towards it “Yes it’s exactly what I saw.”

“It’s what mom saw too, right? How she described it, yeah?” Jonathan asks after he climbs out of the passenger side and comes to stand beside me. I nod towards him and look back at the photo “She was right– we have to tell her.”

We say our goodbyes to Nancy and get into our car, Jonathan telling me all about how it went with Nancy while I drive us home.

“So you like– like her like her don’t you?” I ask and he shakes his head, looking out his window “It doesn’t matter– she’s dating… someone else”

“Yeah” I snort and let him know what was told to me yesterday “Well I happen to know she doesn’t view him as her boyfriend.”

He makes a hmm noise and looks back at me “Steve tell you that, did he?”

I scoff like I’m offended and throw him a look “No as a matter of fact she told me.”

“When have you talked to Nancy about her dating life?” he asks and I shrug “Yesterday before…” I trail off and clear my throat “When we walked out to the parking lot.”

I park the car in front of the house and make a face at the other car in the driveway “Who’s car is that?”

Jonathan furrows his brows and shakes his head “No idea– does it… does it look familiar to you?”

I make a noise in the negative and we climb out of the car, walking up the front steps and unlocking the front door.

When we walk inside my feet freeze halfway through the doorway, Jonathan crashing into my back with my sudden halt “What the hell Sum–” he stops when he notices what I do, the rest of my name a shocked whisper “–mer.”

Mom is sitting on the couch– she, however, is not alone.

Lonnie is sitting next to her and they were relaxed as they sat back against the couch, however, both of them quickly sit more upright when they see us staring at them in shock.

Mom adjusts the blanket around her shoulders, looking between Lonnie and us while he clears his throat “Hey, there they are.”

I look between mom’s heavy eyes, the half empty bottle of vodka on the coffee table and the cups in their hands and resist the urge to roll my eyes at their bonding moment.  

“Mom, what’s going on?” Jonathan asks, quickly followed by me asking “Why is he here?”

“You both really going to ask questions like I’m not in the room?” he half laughs, the irritation just barely dancing in his tone and I swing my eyes back towards mom, lifting my brows in my silent urging for her to answer our previous questions.

She makes a noise and fills us in “Your dad– he’s, uh, gonna stay here tonight,” she quickly points between them, clarifying “On the couch”

“Yeah, I’m here as long as you guys need me, okay?” he offers and at that I finally do roll my eyes, my attention being drawn to the front corner where the creature sighting of last night happened.

“How are you two holding up?” he asks, however I completely ignore him while I walk over to the corner where there is now a black tarp hanging over the wall.

I reach out and pull the tarp back, seeing a massive hole in the middle of the wall. I widen my eyes at the state of our DIY non glass window and look right outside. I feel the cold fall air pushing inside against my face for a few seconds before I drop the tarp back down and look over my shoulder at Jonathan and his questioning gaze.

I turn around and look at the two on the couch, indicating the obvious hole behind me as I hook my thumb over my shoulder “What happened here?”

“Don’t worry about that” Lonnie says and I continue to ignore him as I look only at her “Mom… that thing you saw last night, did it come back?”

“Summer,” Lonnie warns, shaking his head quickly “That’s enough.”

“Again, why are you even here?” I ask and he levels me with a look “Think it’s pretty obvious what I’m doing here, Summer.”

I clench my fists with that, breathing out a harsh sigh as I look at mom again, Jonathan speaking up before I have the chance to “Can we talk to you? Alone?”

Lonnie nods and stands up, lifting his arm up for us to lead the way and Jonathan heads towards his room with me following behind him.

Once we’re in his room, Jonathan shuts his door and immediately tells our unwanted guest “You need to leave.”

“Look, I know you’re upset– we all are,” he points between us “But you two need to listen to me. Your mother is sick– really sick.”

I scoff and cross my arms over my chest, leaning towards him ever so slightly as I let him know “Yeah, well, you being here, you’re just making things worse, like always.”

“Worse?” Lonnie asks on a disbelieving scoff and Jonathan nods “Yeah, worse! Getting her drunk is not helping anything right now.”

“She took down that wall with an ax,” Lonnie points towards the closed door, looking between us and continuing “She said that Will was inside and that he’s talking to her.”

“Yeah, maybe he was.” Jonathan quips and Lonnie levels us both with a look “This isn’t some kind of joke you guys– your mom was half frozen to death when I got here. Trembling, scared out of her mind. You both come in here and you start feeding into her hallucinations–”

“They’re not hallucinations!” I yell, throwing my arms out to the sides before I slap them against my legs.

“Or whatever the hell you want to call it, Summer!” he shakes his head at me “But you do that and you’re gonna push her right over the edge. You hear me?”

When we don’t answer he sighs, nodding his head to the side “Look, I’m on your side. I’m here to help. I’m gonna make things better around here for all of us.”

Immediately I am shaking my head in my disagreement and Jonathan joins as he scoffs and steps back, sarcastically jabbing “Thank god you’re here.”

I set my hands on my hips, raising my brows like he’s not wrong and Lonnie looks between the two of us, shaking his head in his annoyance “Just, can you both do me a favor? At the funeral tomorrow, just behave”

I roll my eyes and he looks right at me “If not for me, for your mother.”

We’re silent with that, a million things running through my mind that I want to yell at him– number one being to just leave us the fuck alone.

Lonnie takes in our silence and looks past us, disgusted look on his face as he points over towards Jonathan’s other wall with an Evil Dead poster hanging up “Take that down… it’s inappropriate.”

With that he leaves and Jonathan and I look at each other, me asking begrudgingly “How long do you think he’s going to be here?”

Jonathan scoffs and shakes his head, lifting his hands up to hold the back of his head “Hopefully he leaves after the funeral.”

I snort and look at the door he left half open when he left “He doesn’t even care about us, so I wonder why he’s really here.”

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The next morning no one says anything to each other, we all just move about the house– each of us quietly getting ready for the funeral.

I slide on a long sleeve black dress and finish up my hair by pinning the front sections back behind my head with a couple bobby pins. I smooth down the rest of my hair as I look in the mirror above my desk, coming to terms with the fact that the red outlines around my eyes are just going to be a part of the look for today. Even if I knew makeup tricks to help make them less noticeable, it would be pretty useless on a day like today.

Jonathan knocks on my doorframe, pushing the door further open when I say to come in. “Hey” he says when I look at him in the mirror.

I turn around and face him, smiling sadly with my own “Hey” back. He lifts up his tie and, looking down a little with his hesitation “Do you, uh– do you remember how to…?”

“Yup, come here” I answer, waving for him to walk over and he wastes no time. He stops in front of me and lifts up his collar, laying the tie around his neck before lifting his chin up a little and out of my way.

“Have you checked on mom?” he asks while I begin to fold and wrap the tie into a knot our grandma showed me before she passed a few years ago. She said it would come in handy one day so it would be good for me to know as the oldest of two brothers– and she was right.

I look at him quickly, my eyes going back to the tie in my fingers as I gently tighten the knot “She got dressed and is sitting in Will’s room.”

Jonathan clears his throat and nods with my answer before I tap his chest “There you go.”

He touches the tie and looks it over in the mirror behind me “Thank you– one day I’ll figure it out.”

I nod and chuckle to myself, shaking my head a little “You’ve got the gist of it, you just need a little more practice.”

He stands up straight and slides his hand over his chest, lifting it out to his side as he asks “Ready?”

I breathe in deeply, slowly releasing it with my answer “Yeah let’s go.”

We walk out of my room at the same time Lonnie is walking mom out of Will’s room. She looks at us, her eyes welling up more and I reach out and grab her hand “I’ve got you, mama.”

I guide her hand to hook on the inside of my elbow and walk with her down the hallway and out towards the car.

When we get to the cemetery I’m a little surprised at just how many people are actually here. However the sight warms my heart at the outpouring support and love everyone is showing my family today.

Mom and I walk together with Jonathan and Lonnie walking behind us, the group of people setting their hands on our shoulders and offering condolences while we make our way through them and towards the gravesite that has been prepped with chairs and flowers.

The casket surrounded by flowers is hard to look at so I drop my eyes to the ground, focusing instead on where I’m stepping even though the ground is pretty even. We stop behind the chairs and just take in the sight around us, me clearing my throat to alleviate the lump that’s starting to painfully form. 

Lucas, Dustin and Mike walk over with their parents, the three of them heading over towards me while their parents stop to talk with mom.

“I knew there’d be a Summer breeze today” Dustin says and I smile at him with my soft reply “Looking sharp, Dustpan.”

“You all do” I say to the three of them and they smile bashfully, Mike reaching up to scratch the side of his head and looking like he wants to say something. I nod towards him ever so slightly, questioning the group “You guys holding up okay?”

“Yeah” they all mumble together and I look between them curiously, watching as they all share a look before they step towards me. They wrap me in a quick group hug, Dustin rushing out “We’re just sorry we couldn’t find him.”

I step back, drawing my brows in with their actions as they turn away together and walk away with their parents to stand on the other side of the chairs. Something tells me there’s more to it than that but I put that on the back burner to deal with a different day.

“Hey” I hear just behind me and I spin around, instantly seeing Nancy looking at me with a hint of concern. “Hey” I return and smile softly at her “Thank you for coming”

“Of course” she smiles, making a noise before she’s reaching out to wrap me in a hesitant hug. I lift my brows in my surprise, returning her hug and smiling at her when she steps back.

I set my hands on her arms, whispering “Hang back after okay? Jonathan and I need to show you something.”

“Yeah, of course” she whispers back and squeezes my forearms as she walks past me to also go and stand with her parents. The rest of the group gathering today walks closer and comes to stand behind the chairs and wraps around the back of the casket.

Lonnie leads mom over towards one of the chairs, Jonathan and I sitting on either side of her with Lonnie sitting next to Jonathan and thankfully the furthest away from me.

The pastor walks over to the front of the casket and lifts his arms out to his sides, signaling the beginning of his speech. His voice joins the quiet crying and sniffling of the group around us and I focus on the rose in my hand that we were given to put on the top of the casket once it’s lowered into the grave.

Everything blurs around me, and I can’t even make out what the pastor is saying anymore. All I can focus on is the way the morning light hits the yellow rose making it look even lighter than usual.

I snap back to the current situation when the gears attached to the belts around the casket begin to slowly lower down into the pre-dug hole in the ground. Mom shifts around in her seat, the rose in her hand swaying back and forth as she’s barely holding on to it.

Once the casket is fully lowered the group around us starts dispersing, each throwing their rose down into the grave and landing on top of the casket. I stay sitting with mom, watching all the roses as they fall through the air and every so often feeling a hand on my shoulder while people walk past us.

Lonnie doesn’t waste a second before standing up and shaking everyone’s hands, thanking everyone for coming and that we’ll see them at the rec center for the wake that’s been put together for us.

Mom looks over her shoulder at him, rolling her eyes and looking at me. She huffs and shakes her head, which I return and her shoulders shake in a silent chuckle before she lays her head on my shoulder.

Once the group still holding their flowers is down to mom, Jonathan and me we all stand up and take three steps towards the grave. I take one more look at the perfect yellow rose and silently give Will one last hug. The tears that I was holding at bay come flooding into my vision and I swallow around the painful lump in my throat, making a noise before I gently toss the rose down onto the top of the casket with the rest of them.

Mom quickly drops hers and turns around, heading back to the chair and sitting down once more. Her eyes stay locked on the grave so Jonathan and I share a look, silently agreeing to give her a bit more time.

Jonathan and I make our way through the cemetery, stopping when we meet up with Nancy. She makes a noise and lifts her hand up to indicate behind us “That was– it was beautiful”

“Yeah it was,” I agree, Jonathan nodding right along with us. They don’t say anything else so I take it upon myself to get this show on the road “So we made a map last night...”

That gives Jonathan the push he needed and he shoves his hand in his pocket, pulling out the map he folded up to show her.

“A map?” Nancy clarifies and he nods “Yeah, to get an idea of where this thing is hanging out at.”

He steps closer towards her and points at the paper in his hand “This is where we know for sure it’s been, right?”

Nancy points out Steve’s house and I nod my head towards the map, offering “And our house” before Jonathan finishes “And the woods where they found Will’s bike.”

“It’s all so close” Nancy states and I cross my arms over my chest “Exactly– it’s all within a mile or something.”

Jonathan looks between us and shrugs “Whatever this thing is, it’s… it’s not traveling far.”

Nancy looks between us and what we’re not saying, catching on quickly “You guys want to go out there?”

“Yup” I nod and Jonathan nods his head to the side, offering “We might not find anything.”

“I found something” Nancy stresses, taking a second before she questions further “And if we do see it… then what?”

Jonathan sighs and looks between us, stating simply“We kill it.”

“With what exactly we’re not sure” I mutter and Jonathan looks over at me, his face changing like he’s gotten an idea “That’s it”

“What’s it?” Nancy asks– he however doesn’t answer her and instead walks away from us. I make a noise as I follow his steps with my eyes, sharing a look with Nancy before we both quickly follow after him. 

Jonathan reaches Lonnie’s car and opens the passenger door, climbing inside to sit down. Once we reach the front of the car, Nancy leans forward towards the open door “What are you doing?”

“Just give me a second” Jonathan states and uses his pocket knife to pick the lock on the glove box in front of him. After a few seconds he’s successful in getting it open and I turn around to make sure the coast is still clear, turning back towards the car when I hear Nancy say “Are you serious?”

“What?” Jonathan asks, climbing back out of the car once he slams the glove box closed again and shoves the gun into his jacket pocket “You want to find this thing and take another photo? Yell at it?”

“This is a terrible idea” Nancy counters and I nod my head to the side with my agreement to his way of thinking “Yeah, but it’s pretty much the best we’ve got right now.”

At the look Nancy throws us Jonathan lifts his shoulders “What? You can tell someone, but they’re not gonna believe you– you know that.”

Nancy makes a noise and stresses “Your mom would.”

I share a look with Jonathan and shake my head softly before answering her “She’s been through enough– this is something we have to do without her.”

“She deserves to know” Nancy is quick to counter and Jonathan is just as quick with his response “Yeah, and we’ll tell her… when this thing’s dead.”

Nancy sighs with that and doesn’t respond right away, choosing to look away from us and back towards the cemetery. I follow her line of sight, seeing mom still sitting in the chair and Lonnie still talking with Nancy’s parents.

I jump slightly when Nancy quickly faces us again and asks “Fine, so what exactly is the plan?”

Jonathan licks his lips and nods his head a few times “I’m going to head out to the woods– I need to practice shooting some bottles before I can even think of actually hitting this thing.”

Nancy nods, saying “Okay I’ll head home and see if I can find any type of weapon too and I’ll meet you out there.”

We offer our agreements with that and Jonathan looks over at mom, looking at me a second later and I’m already nodding my head “I’m going to stay with mom and make sure she’s okay through the wake and hopefully get Lonnie to leave once we’re done with everything today.”

“Okay so practice today and we will go hunting tomorrow?” Nancy offers and we all nod in our agreement.

Nancy leaves with her parents and Jonathan makes sure I’m fine riding with mom and Lonnie to the wake before he also leaves to go practice his non-existent shooting skills.

I look around at the few cars still parked around on the cemetery roadway before I look over and check on mom, seeing Lonnie walking over to sit with her now.

I roll my eyes and turn my back towards them, jerking my head back when I’m pretty sure I see who I think I see off across the roadway from me.

I cross my arms over my chest and make my way over, walking around a tree before I come face to face with none other than Steve.

“Hey, Byers” he says like it’s not at all weird he’s here right now and I keep my face even as I say “Harrington, why are you here?”

“Paying my respects” he says easily and I tilt my head to the side, examining his face for a few seconds before I say “Usually you’d want to be closer to the gravesite”

He scoffs, looking away from me with a little nod of his head “Yeah, well I figured no one was actually wanting to see me today.”

“So you decided to hide off to the side?” I ask and he shrugs “Wasn’t bothering anyone this way.”

I snort and throw him a look “So now you’re actually attempting to be considerate of other people?”

“Yes– I owe you that much” he states without missing a beat, his voice barely above a whisper when he continues “Today of all days.”

I don’t say anything with that, choosing instead to just look at him– the silence from me is enough to make him fidget. He shifts his weight back and forth on his feet, shoving his hands in the front pockets of his jeans “I was a total dick yesterday”

“Just yesterday?” I interrupt and he shuts his mouth, tilting his head to the side on a sigh. He licks his lips quickly, chuckling once with no humor behind it as he looks away from me “You finally ready to let someone be there for you?”

“Why are you so fucking convinced that I don’t have someone to be there for me?” I ask on a grumble, any previous sadness I might have been feeling vanishing with his assumption from last night carrying over into today.

“Well, do you?” he questions and it just pisses me off so I snap back angrily “A whole group of people were here for me and my family today– I’m not alone.”

Steve makes a noise, clicking his tongue against his teeth “Right there were– I saw the turn out,” he pauses and leans closer towards me “But were any of them a friend?”

Scoffing with that, I look at him like he’s insane “You trying to say you want to be my friend? We can’t be friends, Harrington.”

“No– trust me, Byers, I know that… I just,” he shakes his head, lifting his hand out to his side “I’m here– okay?” he reaches up and scratches the side of his jaw, taking a second to find his words “If you need to talk… I’m–”

“Here” I finish for him when he trails off and he nods with my soft reply, slowly looking up and connecting his eyes with mine as he replies back just as softly “Yeah.”

I’m not sure exactly what to say to that, the whiplash of every conversation with him over the last few days making me dizzy. I move my eyes between his, the silence stretching between us making me uneasy because I'm realizing it’s not awkward. 

I clear my throat and break whatever was just happening as I look away from him “Well I probably won’t need to take you up on that”

Hearing him laugh once under his breath I look back at him, seeing him nod once, moving his eyes between mine as he replies “That’s fine.”

I make a noise, lifting my shoulders up “But I appreciate it.” Steve makes a noise, licking his lips and shuffling his feet while he sets his hands on his hips “That’s all that matters.”

I narrow my eyes in thought at him, completely confused what he was hoping to accomplish with all of this, and knowing that I’m missing something– but I for the life of me can’t figure it out.

Which the universe says it’s fine because I don’t have the time to figure it out right now as we hear “Hey, Summer, let’s not keep everyone waiting, yeah?”

I groan in frustration with his grating voice echoing around the peaceful cemetery and again question to whoever is listening out there why he has to be here?

Steve looks behind me when he hears the shout of my name, his brows furrowing as he stands up a little straighter “Who’s that with your mom?”

“No one” I grumble and he snaps his eyes back to mine, the question in his eyes making me roll mine “It’s the sperm donor himself, but I don’t get why he’s here– he didn’t even care that Will was missing a few days ago so I don’t get why he’s acting like a grieving parent all of a sudden.”

“Why else would he be here?” Steve asks and I look over my shoulder, seeing mom waiting to let me in the back seat of his stupid 2 door car “Oh I’m sure he has his selfish reasons.”

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After the wake we head home– mom and I completely done with Lonnie and how much he was basking in all the attention from everyone walking up and offering their condolences to the abusive jerk who abandoned us.

We walk inside and I’m expecting him to grab his ridiculous duffle bag, that he had the audacity to pack and bring with him, and be on his way back to the super awesome city with his real people. He however does not do that and instead takes it upon himself to nail up pieces of wood over the previous evening’s ax wall job.

Mom rolls her eyes and mutters that she’s going to go change– so I waste no time in announcing I’m doing the same and head down the hallway with her, walking in my room and locking the door after I close it.

I breathe out a sigh and lean back against my door, welcoming the silence and being completely alone for the first time today. I rub my hands over my face and set about changing out of my dress and into my pajamas. Even though it may only be the early afternoon, I have zero plans of doing anything else today except being here with mom.

Hearing the hammer pounding against the wall, and knowing exactly who is making the noise, is quickly going to bring on a headache so I grab my walkman.

I shove my headphones on and hit play, the notes of Freddie Mercury singing about finding somebody to love instantly filling my ears. I lay back on my bed and look up at the ceiling, placing the walkman just above my stomach.

I must doze off because I wake with a start and realize that music is no longer playing in the headphones still on my ears.

Hearing muffled shouting causes me to sit up on my bed, furrowing my brows as I try to get my bearings. I slide the headphones back to hang around my neck, recognizing that the muffled shouts are coming from the living room when mom yells “You were here for the money!”

“What money?” I whisper to myself and move to stand up while Lonnie shouts back loudly “No!”

I quietly open my door a little, just enough to hear what’s being said more clearly, and lean my shoulder on the edge of the door while I hold the handle.

“The money! Admit it! You aren’t here ’cause of Will. You never cared about him. You never did!”

I fucking knew he was here for some selfish reason. I scoff at the shamelessness of it all and shake my head with his reply “Jesus, Joyce, it was his funeral today. Do we have to do this right now?”

“I can’t believe I fell for this” mom says and he’s quick with his reply “I’m here to help, Joyce”

“To help?” my scoffs and I open my door more, crossing my arms over my chest as I switch to lean against my door frame.

“We could use that money for good,” Lonnie says and mom wastes no time in her stammering reply “Oh, like maybe to pay off your debts?”

“To pay for Summer and Jonathan to go to school!” he yells back and that’s about all I can take so I walk further into the hallway.

“Oh, don’t do that” mom replies with a humorless laugh and I can just picture her throwing her hands up.

“Do what?” Lonnie asks and mom doesn’t hold back as she yells “Lie to me!”

“I’m not lying to you!” Lonnie yells right back and mom hits him with her checkmate on his bullshit “Yeah, well, where do they wanna go? Huh?”

“What?” he asks after a beat just too long to show his bluff that he doesn’t know anything about us and mom again questions “Where do they want to go to college?”

“We get that money, anywhere they damn well please!” Lonnie shouts like he will get away from answering her question to prove her point and mom shows him that he won’t “Columbia and NYU, Lonnie! They have wanted to go to New York since they were old enough to say New York!”

“So then they go to New York!” he yells like he didn’t miss her entire point and she yells through her exasperation “Get out– get out!”

“You need me here, Joyce.” he tries to argue the fact that he’s needed and thankfully mom puts him in his place “Oh, brother, I have not needed you for a long time!”

“Oh, no? Look what happened” he states easily and that’s officially the last straw for me. I quickly walk down the hallway, hearing mom scoff “Oh, don’t you dare– at least I was here!”

“Oh, come on, Joyce. Just look around at this place– all your Christmas lights, what the hell am I supposed to think?” he questions at the same time I’m walking into the living room with them. His eyes land on me before he throws his final blow towards her “You’re such a great mom? You’re a mess!”

“Back off, Lonnie” I say and move to stand in between them, mom grabbing my forearm as I continue “She’s not a mess, she’s been here and since you can’t say the same you should probably just stop.”

Lonnie jerks his head back, scoffing lightly as he offers “You don’t always have to take her side”

“I’m not taking sides” I answer without missing a beat and he smirks through his irritation “Sure looks like it from where I’m standing.”

I make a face and shrug “Then leave and maybe it’ll become clearer to you that I don’t need to pick sides because it’s a given I will never choose you.”

He pulls his lips back in a half snarl and it quickly becomes very obvious I hit a nerve with him. He shifts back and forth on his feet, lifting his hand up to point right in my face “You know, I’ve let all your attitude and bratty little remarks slide the past few days because of what’s been happening with your brother but you need to remember something,”

“Yeah and what’s that?” I ask, my own fury dancing along the surface and mom tightens her hold on me, trying to pull me back but I hold my ground.

“That like it or not I am your father and that means I deserve a little bit of respect” Lonnie makes a face like that alone is reason for me to obey and I scoff, not wasting a second to lay it all out there with him “Screw you, you’re the last person who deserves my respect and no amount of blood relation is ever going to change that.”

I don’t even have time to process the hand hitting me across my face before the force knocks me to the side, the noise seeming to echo off the walls and in my ears at a ridiculous high volume. I stumble to the side and instinctively reach up to cradle my cheek, instantly pulling my hand back when the sting of my palm touching my swelling skin is like a punch to my gut.

I barely register mom’s gasp of a reaction and her screaming “Lonnie!” as I feel her hands holding on to me, slowly realizing she’s the reason I didn’t fall to the floor. I try to shake the disoriented feeling crushing around my head, the action causing me to feel even more dizzy. I make a noise and lift my hand up to grab the side of my head, though I stop when I fully take in the sight of smeared blood in the center of my palm.

“Oh my god” mom yells, her voice clearer in my ears now and she grabs onto my shoulders, pulling me closer towards her. Her eyes move between my eyes and my cheek, that I can already feel bruising through the throbbing, a few times before she looks over her shoulder towards him, her voice shaking in her fury “Get out”

Lonnie has the decency to look between us and my cheek in shock, opening and closing his mouth a few times as the realization of what he did becomes undoubtedly clear.

“Summer, I’m–” he tries but I shake my head at him, tasting the blood in my mouth as I seethe through my clenched teeth “I never want to see you again!”

Mom pulls me more into her side and yells back at him “Maybe I am a mess. Maybe I’m crazy. Maybe I’m out of my mind! But, God help me, I will never ever let you near my kids again,” she steps back with me, putting me farther away from him before she turns and grabs his bag from the recliner chair beside us, her eyes taking in the wall of lights and bringing her back to what he said earlier. She laughs once and points around “And I will keep these lights up until the day I die if I think there’s a chance that Will’s still out there! Now, get out!” she throws his duffle bag at him.

He catches his bag unfortunately just before it hits him in the face and mom wraps her arm around my back. She pulls me into her side defensively and he looks between us, mom not accepting how long he’s taking and she screams even louder than before “Get out of my house!”

He grips onto his bag, making a noise of frustration before he heads towards the door and pulls it open with such force I think he’s broken the hinges. Once he’s stepped through the threshold Mom rushes forward and slams the door closed, locking it with as much force as she can manage.

She leans back against the closed door, both of us releasing sighs of relief that he’s finally gone. The action though causes me to suck in a sharp breath at how much the corner of my lip is also stinging. I tentatively reach up to touch my lip, however, mom stops me “Sweetie no, wait we need to clean it.”

Tears well in my eyes with how much it’s all actually hurting now that the adrenaline from the whole altercation is wearing off and I drop my arm back down to my side, croaking “Okay.”

Mom clicks her tongue, the sadness mixing with the fury in her eyes as she looks at me “Yeah, come on– bathroom.”

We head down the hallway and mom digs in the cupboard for the first aid kit, grabbing alcohol pads and some bandages.

I hesitantly look in the mirror, the air being stolen from my lungs when I see the bright pink mark going from my lip and up to my cheek. The skin on my cheek and the corner of my lip are broken and bleeding, the areas already bruising and throbbing like none other.

“Jesus” I whisper and mom looks over, reaching out to turn me away from the mirror “It’s going to look better after we get it cleaned up.”

I scoff through a light hearted chuckle because in reality it’s going to look way worse before it ever looks better and she makes a face, realizing the same “Well you know what I mean”

“Thanks mom” I say and her face drops “This should never have happened to you– I’m sorry–”

“Mom” I start holding in the hiss from the pain on my lip and keep my unwavering eyes connected to hers “Don’t apologize for him– you protected me.”

Tears well in her eyes and she nods, looking down into the first aid kit again. She sniffles and looks up, opening the alcohol pad and grimacing.

I nod with the thoughts written on her face and brace myself for even more pain, “Yup, let’s get it over with.”

Once she’s done dabbing my lip and cheek with the alcohol pad she puts a butterfly bandage on my cheek, deciding there’s not much else we can do for my lip.

I help her clean up the trash in the bathroom and we head back out into the living room. I see a bundle of lights on the coffee table and notice where they came from off of the wall and going across the living room.

Mom walks over and chuckles sadly, setting her hands on her hips and looking at the bundle “He took them down when he patched up the wall”

“What an ass” I state and walk over, grabbing the bundle to start untangling it “Come on, I’ll help you hang these back up.”

She smiles gratefully at me and goes to grab the hammer, both of us looking over at the front door when the sound of a fist pounding against it fills the room.

“Go away, Lonnie!” mom shouts and I flinch back, my eyes moving around to look out the window and not believing he seriously wouldn’t have left.

The pounding on the door continues and mom shares a look with me, sighing loudly as she throws the lights on the floor “Seriously!” 

She heads towards the door and swings it open, grumbling lowly “I’m gonna murd–” she trails off and we’re both surprised to see Hopper standing on the other side of the open door. He’s got one of his fingers lifted up in a shushing motion over his lips while the other hand is holding up a piece of paper with ‘Don’t say anything’ written on it.

He slowly walks inside, looking between me and mom who is whispering “What? What?” at his note and weird behavior.

Hop closes the door and looks around, his eyes taking in all the lights hanging around the room and he sighs, setting his hand on mom’s arm “Oh, jesus”

I look around with him, wondering why he’s so shocked at the lights since he saw them just two nights ago. However I quickly figure out something else is going on as he starts to unscrew the light bulbs from the strands.

Mom makes a noise and looks at me “Hop–”

He shushes her and nods his head towards the lights, silently letting us know this needs to be done.

Mom moves to stand with me while Hop quickly moves about the room and unscrews every single light bulb, dropping them onto the coffee table, the chair, the couch, and the floor.

He finally reaches the last one, panting as he unscrews the bulb and looks at the string. He sighs in relief at the same time that he takes off his hat and he sits down in the chair “Okay– should be okay, I mean... I can’t guarantee it, but it should be okay.”

“What the hell is going on, Hopper?” mom questions and he looks up at us, his face falling before he gets a chance to answer her when he actually looks at me “What the hell happened to your face?”

I cross my arms over my chest and flinch away “It’s nothing”

“Come on, it’s nothing– Joyce what the hell happened?” Hopper is quick to question and she lifts her hands up “He’s gone–”

“He–” Hop stops and the anger fills his eyes like it usually does whenever Lonnie gets brought up “That piece of shit hit her?”

I lean further away, trying to shield my face from him and he stands up angrily “I’m gonna arrest him.”

“No you’re not” mom walks after him and he spins around, lifting his hand out to indicate my face “Joyce he can’t just– he can't just do this and get to leave.”

“Yes he can” I pipe up and they look over at me, mom sighing softly as she drops her arms back down to her sides.

“Summer, I have the power to–” Hop tries and I make a noise, “I know you do but it’s done– he’s gone and I really don’t think he will ever come back. I don’t want to have to see him again and you using your power to legally punish him– I’d have to, right?”

He takes a second, swallowing hard before he nods as his answer. I lift my shoulders in a half shrug, admitting “Then I don’t want you to.”

Hopper looks at mom, who shrugs at him and stammers out “It’s– it’s her decision”

“Fine but if you change your mind–” he starts and I nod once “You’ll be the first person I call.”

He returns my nod like it’s settled and mom grows impatient, indicating around the room with her arms thrown out to her sides “You going to tell us what the hell this was about now?”

Hop sighs and looks around with her, stating absentmindedly “They bugged my place”

“What?” mom and I say at the same time and he nods like he’s talking about the weather “They bugged my place– they put a microphone in the light. It’s because I’m on to them and they know it.”

“Wait” mom says while I say “Who did this?” and he shakes his head talking over us “I thought they might be watching you, too.”

“Who, Hop” mom urges and he keeps shaking his head as he lists off “I don’t know, the CIA, the NSA, Department of Energy... I don’t know.”

Mom shares a look with me, chuckling to herself as she moves her hands around and looks at him “You gotta explain this to me, ’cause I am not–”

“I went to the morgue last night, Joyce.” he states, looking right at her and she drops her hands “What?”

Hop looks between us, his face taking an even more serious look while he declares “It wasn’t him.”

“What– what do you mean?” I say and he looks from me and over towards mom “Will’s body, it was a fake.”

Mom lets out a shocked breath of air and I reach up, covering my mouth with what this means. The tears that have been just on the sideline all day come rushing into my eyes and Hop looks between us, his eyes landing on mom as he says “You were right.”

She leans forward, placing her hands on her knees and Hop scoots forward in the chair, making sure she hears every bit of his next words “This whole time, you were right.”

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Posted: 23 June 2023

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fanart

the rest is just confetti by snarkatthemoon - tumblr/ao3

sexy times - tumblr/ao3

sexy times 2.0 - tumblr/ao3

hug - tumblr/ao3

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domestic sterek - tumblr/ao3

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sterek with a baby - tumblr/ao3

cheeky blowjob - tumblr/ao3

derek with kittens - tumblr/ao3

couch sex - tumblr/ao3

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sterekweek21, day four: wildcard (kissing in the pumpkin patch) - tumblr/ao3

sterekweek21, day five: soulmates - tumblr/ao3

sterekweek21, day six: pack/emissary - tumblr/ao3

sterekweek21, day seven: halloween - tumblr/ao3

sterekweek21, day seven: halloween (costumes) - tumblr/ao3

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let me live or let me love you by nuterllargh - tumblr/ao3

caught you in my second sight by musiclove915 - tumblr/ao3

the unignorable difference between sleeping alone and sleeping with someone you love by ash-mcj​ - tumblr/ao3

this is the last time i’m asking you this by spaceprincessem - tumblr/ao3

be a simple kind of man by novkat21 - tumblr/ao3

derek using stiles as a pillow - tumblr/ao3

i didn’t mean to forget you, baby by failwolf - tumblr/ao3

smutty smut - tumblr/ao3

stiles in lace - tumblr/ao3

derek in lace - tumblr/ao3

mer!stiles - tumblr/ao3

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spark a fire, burn the stars by graveltotempo - tumblr

let me be yours by isthatbloodonhisshirt - tumblr

the next chapter by gia279 - tumblr

blue rocket by snarkatthemoon - tumblr

keep the demon at bay by idratherwrite- tumblr

almost human by winchesterek - art1/art2/art3

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[swapmuseum]

Il PCTO di Swapmuseum con il Liceo Da Vinci!

Nuovo giro, nuovo PCTO per Swapmuseum.

Ad accompagnarci in questa nuova avventura 14 studenti del Liceo Scientifico "Leonardo Da Vinci" di Maglie che hanno il compito di realizzare diverse attività in 3 musei del Salento tra Gennaio e Maggio 2023.

Il primo scelto, dove mettere a frutto fantasia e creatività, è il Museo della Ceramica di Cutrofiano.

Dopo una visita libera al museo, i ragazzi hanno scelto gli oggetti che più li hanno colpiti, e poi hanno approfondito la loro storia con la visita della nostra Alessandra e il supporto della tutor di Swap Elena.

In pieno clima sanremese, abbiamo deciso di realizzare una playlist musicale Spotify ispirata alle opere della collezione.

Quello che è venuto fuori è POTTERY OFFICIAL SOUNDTRACK!

Lu rusciu te lu mare - Canzone popolare salentina

Lady, Hear Me Tonight - Modjo

Mieru, pezzetti e cazzotti - Enzo Petrachi

Écoute chérie - Vendredi sur Mer 

I Feel It Coming - The Weeknd, Daft Punk

Niente da perdere - Shiva

Acqua azzurra, acqua chiara - Lucio Battisti

Peru (Remix) - Fireboy DML ft. Ed Sheeran

Sorriso - Calcutta

Voce - Madame 

Hoy te invito a ser feliz - German Barcelò

fischietto pugliese con rana - Amedeo

Ho collegato questo fischietto a forma di rana di origine pugliese ad una delle canzoni popolari salentine più famose, Lu rusciu te lu mare perché la rana è una delle protagoniste del canto. 

2. maiolica pavimentale napoletana - Elisabetta

Ho collegato questa maiolica, di cui mi ha colpito particolarmente il gioco di colori e forme, con la canzone Lady-Hear Me Tonight di Modjo perché la melodia mi trasmette sensazioni positive di tranquillità e serenità. 

3. casseruola con coperchio invetriata - Fabio

Ho collegato quel che sembra un’antica pentola, con una canzone famosissima della nostra tradizione: Mieru, pezzetti e cazzotti di Enzo Petrachi. Questo pezzo in vasellame nero di fine ‘800 mi ha colpito perché è identico agli oggetti di uso comune che utilizziamo ancora oggi per cucinare al calore del fuoco del camino. Si usava per cucinare verdure, legumi, ma anche carne, come i tipici pezzetti di carne al sugo di cui parla la canzone. 

4. maiolica pavimentale napoletana - Francesca

Questa maiolica per pavimenti a forma di esagono mi ha colpito per la delicatezza con cui è stato rappresentato il fiore e la decorazione. Per questo motivo l’ho associata alla canzone francese Écoute chérie di Vendredi sur Mer che mi trasmette tranquillità e serenità. La melodia è delicata, ma allo stesso tempo efficace. 

5. piatto invetriato con motivo a fiori - Giorgia

Questo piatto mi trasmette un senso di pace, ed è prezioso per la storia che custodisce e racconta. Ho deciso di collegarlo alla canzone I feel it coming di The Weeknd & Daft Punk perché la sua melodia, così come l’oggetto, mi ricorda l’estate e mi trasmette gioia e tranquillità.

6. fischietto cutrofianese con cane - Giorgio

Ho immediatamente collegato questo fischietto a Rocky, il cagnolino che avevo da piccolo a cui avevo dato il nome. Ci tenevo tantissimo a lui. Mi piaceva giocare con lui e coccolarlo quando avevo tempo libero. Un giorno purtroppo non l’ho più trovato nel giardino di casa e con il passare dei giorni ho capito che era scappato, l'avevo perso. Ogni volta che ascolto la canzone Niente da perdere di Shiva ripenso a lui. 

7. annaffiatoio in terracotta - Giovanni

Durante la visita guidata al Museo della Ceramica sono rimasto colpito dal particolare funzionamento dell’annaffiatoio in argilla. Mi è sembrato quindi spontaneo collegare questo oggetto all’iconica canzone Acqua azzurra, acqua chiara di Lucio Battisti. 

8. fischietto dal Perù - Miriam

La canzone che ho scelto, Peru (Remix) di Fireboy DML ft. Ed Sheeran, ha uno stile Afropop. Canta delle giuste vibes che bisogna seguire per liberarsi dallo stress, rilassarsi, ballare e raggiungere la pace amando la propria donna. La figura rappresentata sul fischietto mi sembra rispecchiare queste emozioni, è allegra rilassata e danzante, trasmette belle vibrazioni.

9. brocca con sorriso - Samuele

Questo oggetto mi ricorda la felicità e di conseguenza una delle sue espressioni più belle: il sorriso. Nella canzone Sorriso di Calcutta viene descritta questa espressione nel modo in cui io la vedo e mi rispecchia molto. 

10. pennelli artigianali - Sharon

Questi pennelli artigianali erano prodotti con materiali molto semplici. Si utilizzavano i peli della criniera del cavallo e si legavano ad un semplice bastoncino di legno, ma permettevano di stendere molto bene il colore durante la fase di decorazione di un oggetto ceramico. Ho scelto la canzone Voce di Madame perché la voce, come i pennelli, sono entrambi mezzi di comunicazione che vengono utilizzati per esternare le proprie emozioni e i propri sentimenti.

11. catino invetriato graffito - Simone

Ho scelto la canzone strumentale Hoy te invito a ser feliz di German Barcelò perché ascoltandola mi vengono in mente i colori caldi presenti sul catino del museo, che mi danno un senso di tranquillità e richiamano il ritmo di questo pezzo. Infine la presenza del gallo al centro mi ricorda le decorazioni orientali o spagnoleggianti, riprese in questo pezzo latino americano.  

12. scarti di produzione - Cristian

Uno degli oggetti che maggiormente mi ha colpito è stato il mucchio di piatti, risalenti al XVII secolo, che è andato distrutto durante la fase di cottura nella fornace e di conseguenza il lunghissimo lavoro del ceramista è stato vanificato per un errore fatale. 

I nostri swappers hanno anche realizzato alcune card social per presentare il loro lavoro, noi non sappiamo scegliere la nostra preferita per questo ci affidiamo alla giuria popolare dei nostri social.

I nostri swappers si sono espressi, la grafica più interessante è quella di Samuele, che è diventata quella ufficiale della Playlist del museo.

Stay tuned!

[degustameet]

Cuvèe Léon Parcé, Banyuls Domaine de la Rectoire 2006 0,5 L Francia, Roussillon AOC Banyuls Grenache (90%); Carignan (10%) Liquoroso; VDN 17 % Léon Parcé è un Banyuls (dunque un VDN rosso del Rossiglione) prodotto dalla tenuta in onore dell’omonimo parente dei fondatori. È una selezione dei migliori e più antichi vigneti della tenuta. L’uva viene pigio diraspata nei tini, poi fermenta 4 giorni finchè viene arrestata per fortificare il vino, aggiungendo al mosto tra il 7-10% di alcol neutro (96°), prosegue macerazione di 3 settimane per essere pressato, con successiva maturazione di un anno in botti di legno di secondo passaggio. Il vino è molto longevo, può superare un ventennio di affinamento. Domaine de la Rectoire (la Canonica) è la storia di riscoperta dei fratelli Thierry e Marc Parcé, i quali arrivati a Banyuls sur Mer nel 1976, riunirono gli operai fuggiti dalla guerra civile in Spagna per cominciare un progetto di riscoperta vignaiola, tramite la tradizione dei suoi nonni Marcellin e Therese Reig (la quale custodì il domaine dalla morte del marito nel 1913); fu così che nel 1984 venne comercializzata la prima annata. Dal 2010 l’azienda è diretta da Thierry e Jean Emmanuel e conta 35 ettari, in diverse parcelle situate tra 0-400 m, con diverse esposizioni, viti vecchie di 50 anni e basse rese. L’azienda produce circa 80 mila bottigie annue da 13 etichette, di cui in AOC Collioure: Blanc (da Grenache Gris e Blanc, nato nel 1993 poiché decisero di vendemmiare anticipatamente ad agosto per trovare l’acidità necessaria al bianco); 2 Rosé (uno Grenache Noir in purezza, l’altro con Syrah e Carignan); 4 Rouge, tra cui L’Oriental (cosiddetto Banyuls Nature, quindi non mutato, rimanendo vino rosso secco); Montagne; Barlande. Per quanto riguarda l’AOC Banyuls (uvaggio di Grenache e poco Carignan): Thérèse Reig (raccolto precocemente e maturazione di 7 mesi in tini); Léon Parcè (18 mesi tra tini e botti, più strutturato); Pierre Rapidel; L’Oublée (dal francese “l’offerta”, è il più importante, con Grenache sia Noir e Gris, invecchiato a Solera per almeno 10 anni in stile ossidativo). In fine Vin de Voile e Rancio Pedro Soler (VDN di tipo ossidativo). https://www.instagram.com/p/Cn1iO6TIwWz/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[batwynn]

merman stiles but he is ponyo sized and fits in a bucket

Little bucket fish

[sounds-right]

Praja - Gallipoli (LE), un agosto di fuoco: 1/8 Damante, 2/8 Rondodasosa (Sottosopra Fest), 3/8 Ana Mena, Fred de Palma, 4/8 Bob Sinclar, 5/8 Big Mama, 6/8 Gianluca Vacchi, 7/8 Jamie Jones (Symphonya)

Un'altra settimana di ospiti importanti, ritmo e grande spettacolo prende vita alla Praja di Gallipoli (LE) da lunedì 1 a sabato agosto 2022. Per il locale di Baia Verde, punta di diamante dei tanti spazi gestiti da Musicaeparole, la festa non è solo di notte. Si inizia infatti a ballare il pomeriggio, momento ideale per godersi il tramonto in uno scenario perfetto, tra sorrisi, musica e tanto mare. E che succede ogni sera? Ecco tutto il programma della prima settimana di agosto.

LUN 1/8 Damante @ Praja, per il party Ange Ou Demon

Alla Praja di Gallipoli (LE), lunedì 1 agosto torna in console Damante, con il suo sound esplosivo e pieno di energia. Noto anche a chi non frequenta le disco per le sue apparizioni tv, è ormai un nome consolidato nei locali di tutta Italia. Originario di Gela, classe '90, pignolo, pubblica con super etichette come Ultra, Armada, Warner o Spinnin' Records, su cui è da poco uscito l'intenso singolo "Scars", con Chico Rose.

MAR 2/8 Rondodasosa, Sacky, Vale Pain @ Praja - Gallipoli (LE) / Sottosopra Fest  + Vida Loca

Rondodasosa, Sacky, Vale Pain saranno i protagonisti del party di martedì 2 Agosto alla Praja di Gallipoli (LE) per Sottosopra Fest! Inventori di trend, balletti e slang sono divenuti famosi in tutta Italia mettendo il punto anche nello stato della Regina... Stanno davvero spopolando con il nuovo movimento Drill! Biglietti: https://www.ticketsms.it/it/event/oLVhtT3S. Sarebbe già abbastanza, ma c'è anche altro. Arrivano anche alla Praja anch gli artisti di Vida Loca, format che sa mettere insieme pop & latin, facendo scatenare ogni tipo di pubblico.

MER 3/8 Ana Mena + Fred De Palma @ Praja - Gallipoli (LE)

E' un'estate 2022 decisamente scatenata per Ana Mena, che dopo l'esibizione a Sanremo è diventata ancora più popolare. La cantante e attrice, originaria di Malaga, nel corso della sua carriera ha collaborato con artisti del calibro di Becky G, De La Ghetto, CNCO, Descemer Bueno, Omar Montes, Deorro, Rocco Hunt, Dellafuente, Nio García, Reik (...) ed era già spesso special guest nei top club italiani. E ovviamente è guest alla Praja, il 3 agosto insieme a un'altra star della musica italiana, ovvero Fred De Palma, con cui ha collaborato anche a livello discografico. 

GIO 4/8 Bob Sinclar per Popfest  @ Praja - Gallipoli (LE)

Grazie a dj set infuocati, ad infiniti album di successo all'attivo ed una scintillante discografia che include decine di dischi d'oro e di platino in tutto il mondo, Bob Sinclar è infatti una delle figure più longeve sulla scena della musica elettronica internazionale. Ha prodotto alcuni dei suoi successi house più importanti di sempre, in una carriera che è iniziata nella seconda metà degli anni '80. E da sempre è uno degli artisti più amati alla Praja di Gallipoli, dove per l'estate '22 torna due volte: dopo il dj set del 4 agosto torna anche il 18, quando sul palco sarà raggiunto da Albertino.

VEN 5/8 Dani J + Cosimo @ Big Mama c/o Praja - Gallipoli (LE)

Big Mama, che ogni venerdì o quasi fa scatenare la Praja, è un'onda lunga, sinuosa, provocante, capace di smuovere e travolgere una generazione intera. Come special guest il 5 agosto ecco arrivano due icone del mondo latino come Dani J & Cosimo. Sono due artisti perfetti per dare nuova vita al ritmo incalzante e sensoriale di Big Mama, che dà origine ad una danza che ha come sua filosofia e sua ispirazione, la vita di strada. Uno stile musicale che partendo dal reggae giamaicano di Bob Marley unisce a questo influenze hip hop, rap, R&B, latino americane con una giusta dose di elettronica. La nuova black music è il suo filo conduttore, la nuova cultura nera il substrato su cui si fonda. Il Salento, la Giamaica d'Europa, la sua origine naturale. 

SAB 6/8 Gianluca Vacchi  @ Praja - Gallipoli (LE)

Influencer, imprenditore digitale, dj, produttore, fenomeno dei social... come Gianluca Vacchi c'è solo Gianluca Vacchi, che infatti arriva alla Praja di Gallipoli come una vera star, perché questo è. Chi crede che sia solo un fenomeno social, sappia che ogni mese su Spotify, un sito di streaming musicale e non un social, le sue canzoni vengono ascoltare da oltre 740.000 persone. Il suo più grande successo, un mix vincente di pop e reggaeton è "Love", interpretato con Sebastiana Yatra.

DOM 7/8 Jamie Jones per Symphonya @ Praja - Gallipoli (LE)

Domenica 7 agosto 2022 si chiude un'altra settimana al top per la Praja di Gallipoli con il festival elettronico Synphonya, che al mixer schiera il top dj producer Jamie Jones. Conosciuto in tutto il mondo per la sua techno calda, melodica e coinvolgente, ha fondato la label Hot Creations e Paradise, serie di eventi pieni di ritmo che prendono vita in tutto il mondo. Come se non bastasse fa anche parte degli Hot Natured, band che spazia attraverso diversi generi musicali.

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Gestita da Musicaeparole, la Praja di Gallipoli, dal 2022, nell'estate 2022 è aperta 7 giorni su 7 anche ogni pomeriggio, per far ballare ragazze e ragazzi dopo una giornata di sole sulla spiaggia di Baia Verde. Il totale dei party è quindi doppio: non più 7/7 ma 14/7. La Praja Musicaeparole propone ogni genere di musica, dal pop alla trap all'elettronica. Per questo è un vero paradiso per chi ha voglia di ballare. Tra gli artisti più attesi alla Praja nell'estate '22 citiamo almeno: 23/7 Elettra Lamborghini e Ludovica Pagani; 26/7 Gué (con Ty1 e Rose Villain); 30/7 Deejay Tme: 31/7 Luciano, 4/8 Bob Sinclar; 11/8 Steve Aoki; 12/8 Salmo; 21/8 Marco Carola. 

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Praja 

Lungomare Galileo Galilei - Gallipoli (Lecce) / Zona Baia Verde

info: +39 3486297999

Ticket on line Praja su TicketSms

https://www.ticketsms.it/search?k=Praja

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[tarditardi]

Praja - Gallipoli (LE), un agosto al massimo: 1/8 Damante, 2/8 Rondodasosa (Sottosopra Fest), 3/8 Ana Mena, Fred de Palma, 4/8 Bob Sinclar, 5/8 Big Mama, 6/8 Gianluca Vacchi, 7/8 Jamie Jones (Symphonya)

Un'altra settimana di ospiti importanti, ritmo e grande spettacolo prende vita alla Praja di Gallipoli (LE) da lunedì 1 a sabato agosto 2022. Per il locale di Baia Verde, punta di diamante dei tanti spazi gestiti da Musicaeparole, la festa non è solo di notte. Si inizia infatti a ballare il pomeriggio, momento ideale per godersi il tramonto in uno scenario perfetto, tra sorrisi, musica e tanto mare. E che succede ogni sera? Ecco tutto il programma della prima settimana di agosto.

LUN 1/8 Damante @ Praja, per il party Ange Ou Demon

Alla Praja di Gallipoli (LE), lunedì 1 agosto torna in console Damante, con il suo sound esplosivo e pieno di energia. Noto anche a chi non frequenta le disco per le sue apparizioni tv, è ormai un nome consolidato nei locali di tutta Italia. Originario di Gela, classe '90, pignolo, pubblica con super etichette come Ultra, Armada, Warner o Spinnin' Records, su cui è da poco uscito l'intenso singolo "Scars", con Chico Rose.

MAR 2/8 Rondodasosa, Sacky, Vale Pain @ Praja - Gallipoli (LE) / Sottosopra Fest  + Vida Loca

Rondodasosa, Sacky, Vale Pain saranno i protagonisti del party di martedì 2 Agosto alla Praja di Gallipoli (LE) per Sottosopra Fest! Inventori di trend, balletti e slang sono divenuti famosi in tutta Italia mettendo il punto anche nello stato della Regina... Stanno davvero spopolando con il nuovo movimento Drill! Biglietti: https://www.ticketsms.it/it/event/oLVhtT3S. Sarebbe già abbastanza, ma c'è anche altro. Arrivano anche alla Praja anch gli artisti di Vida Loca, format che sa mettere insieme pop & latin, facendo scatenare ogni tipo di pubblico.

MER 3/8 Ana Mena + Fred De Palma @ Praja - Gallipoli (LE)

E' un'estate 2022 decisamente scatenata per Ana Mena, che dopo l'esibizione a Sanremo è diventata ancora più popolare. La cantante e attrice, originaria di Malaga, nel corso della sua carriera ha collaborato con artisti del calibro di Becky G, De La Ghetto, CNCO, Descemer Bueno, Omar Montes, Deorro, Rocco Hunt, Dellafuente, Nio García, Reik (...) ed era già spesso special guest nei top club italiani. E ovviamente è guest alla Praja, il 3 agosto insieme a un'altra star della musica italiana, ovvero Fred De Palma, con cui ha collaborato anche a livello discografico. 

GIO 4/8 Bob Sinclar per Popfest  @ Praja - Gallipoli (LE)

Grazie a dj set infuocati, ad infiniti album di successo all'attivo ed una scintillante discografia che include decine di dischi d'oro e di platino in tutto il mondo, Bob Sinclar è infatti una delle figure più longeve sulla scena della musica elettronica internazionale. Ha prodotto alcuni dei suoi successi house più importanti di sempre, in una carriera che è iniziata nella seconda metà degli anni '80. E da sempre è uno degli artisti più amati alla Praja di Gallipoli, dove per l'estate '22 torna due volte: dopo il dj set del 4 agosto torna anche il 18, quando sul palco sarà raggiunto da Albertino.

VEN 5/8 Dani J + Cosimo @ Big Mama c/o Praja - Gallipoli (LE)

Big Mama, che ogni venerdì o quasi fa scatenare la Praja, è un'onda lunga, sinuosa, provocante, capace di smuovere e travolgere una generazione intera. Come special guest il 5 agosto ecco arrivano due icone del mondo latino come Dani J & Cosimo. Sono due artisti perfetti per dare nuova vita al ritmo incalzante e sensoriale di Big Mama, che dà origine ad una danza che ha come sua filosofia e sua ispirazione, la vita di strada. Uno stile musicale che partendo dal reggae giamaicano di Bob Marley unisce a questo influenze hip hop, rap, R&B, latino americane con una giusta dose di elettronica. La nuova black music è il suo filo conduttore, la nuova cultura nera il substrato su cui si fonda. Il Salento, la Giamaica d'Europa, la sua origine naturale. 

SAB 6/8 Gianluca Vacchi  @ Praja - Gallipoli (LE)

Influencer, imprenditore digitale, dj, produttore, fenomeno dei social... come Gianluca Vacchi c'è solo Gianluca Vacchi, che infatti arriva alla Praja di Gallipoli come una vera star, perché questo è. Chi crede che sia solo un fenomeno social, sappia che ogni mese su Spotify, un sito di streaming musicale e non un social, le sue canzoni vengono ascoltare da oltre 740.000 persone. Il suo più grande successo, un mix vincente di pop e reggaeton è "Love", interpretato con Sebastiana Yatra.

DOM 7/8 Jamie Jones per Symphonya @ Praja - Gallipoli (LE)

Domenica 7 agosto 2022 si chiude un'altra settimana al top per la Praja di Gallipoli con il festival elettronico Synphonya, che al mixer schiera il top dj producer Jamie Jones. Conosciuto in tutto il mondo per la sua techno calda, melodica e coinvolgente, ha fondato la label Hot Creations e Paradise, serie di eventi pieni di ritmo che prendono vita in tutto il mondo. Come se non bastasse fa anche parte degli Hot Natured, band che spazia attraverso diversi generi musicali.

//

Gestita da Musicaeparole, la Praja di Gallipoli, dal 2022, nell'estate 2022 è aperta 7 giorni su 7 anche ogni pomeriggio, per far ballare ragazze e ragazzi dopo una giornata di sole sulla spiaggia di Baia Verde. Il totale dei party è quindi doppio: non più 7/7 ma 14/7. La Praja Musicaeparole propone ogni genere di musica, dal pop alla trap all'elettronica. Per questo è un vero paradiso per chi ha voglia di ballare. Tra gli artisti più attesi alla Praja nell'estate '22 citiamo almeno: 23/7 Elettra Lamborghini e Ludovica Pagani; 26/7 Gué (con Ty1 e Rose Villain); 30/7 Deejay Tme: 31/7 Luciano, 4/8 Bob Sinclar; 11/8 Steve Aoki; 12/8 Salmo; 21/8 Marco Carola. 

//

Praja 

Lungomare Galileo Galilei - Gallipoli (Lecce) / Zona Baia Verde

info: +39 3486297999

Ticket on line Praja su TicketSms

https://www.ticketsms.it/search?k=Praja

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www.prajagallipoli.it

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[isel-design]

IsEl “la mer” Bracciale stile chan luu Bracciale#colormare#estate2022#summer#chanluustyle#handemade#fattoamano#handemadejewelry#pietredure#iseldesign#iseldesignbologna#vogliadivacanza https://www.instagram.com/p/Cfhkb_Pscj3/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[sterekcraptrash]

Hope you don’t mind, but your secret garden AU has hijacked my brain, and I’ve been writing this fic non-stop for two days. 9k words and counting! Anyhoo, I went the mer-Stiles route, and I was wondering if you had a vision for what his tail looks like?

ok, what did i do to deserve this?!!! hmmm i cant wait to read it, omg

pls send the link to me or tag me if you’re ok with that when you finish writing it 👀👀👀

also i dont have a definite image of what his tail would look like but i have some sketches

i thought about going with warm tones buuut i think i like this better

either way feel free to think of something else!

[tails89]

Attempting a drawing for Mermay

[littlecofiegirl]

Part 01| Part 02| Part 03|

chaoticwaltz: Enjoy Part 04! :D Hark is that a vague plot on the horizon?!

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Derek stares at the two bracelet’s that he’s taken to wearing and wonders. Is there any special significance to either of them? He rotates his right wrist, eyeing the blue stone and white shells around it before deciding that no, this one doesn’t hold any greater meaning. This one had been a gift borne out of gratitude.

The red one however…. Derek frowned and held his left arm up, hand fisted as he slowly twisted it mid-air. The maroon and golden scales glittered and shimmered under the white light, looking as though they were imbued with a life of their own. His second hand came up to stroke over the scales, entranced by the soft-hard feel of them under his fingertips.

He looks up when he hears a soft click, the door creaking open to reveal his mother blinking at him. “Derek.” Talia says from the doorway, “What are you doing in here?”

Talia sits down in her armchair, gesturing for her son to sit down on the ottoman before the seat. “What is it?” She asks kindly, pressing her knees against Derek’s legs as soon as he’s seated.

The man smiles reassuringly in return to her slightly worried tone. “It’s nothing bad. I just wanted to ask if you knew anything about mermaids.”

Clearly thrown for a loop, the alpha werewolf stares at her son before she frowns in thought. “Not a lot.” Talia begins, “Only that they dwell away from the coast in deeper waters. They prefer to keep their own company and their own colonies but that is mostly a result of humans trying to hunt them for their scales and blood. Why do you ask?”

With a shrug, Derek admits, “I think I saw one the other night at the beach.” He hopes that his mother doesn’t notice the lie. The funny part is that she never needs to rely on her werewolf senses to tell when her children are lying to her. She just seems to know when any of them lie, no matter how much truth they mix with their lies. Laura calls it ‘Mom’s Lie-dar’ skills. Derek just calls it her Mom skills.

Blessedly, Talia doesn’t ask him what he was doing out on the beach alone and asks, “Our beach?” She gives her son a puzzled look. “How can that be? Mermaids rarely come this close to land. Are you sure you didn’t just see a fish?”

"With red scales?" Derek asks wryly.

Talia rolls her eyes, giving her son that point. Derek is ready to ask if they have books in the family library on mermaids when he sees his mother’s gaze land on his left arm. Shit.

Derek twitches in his seat when his mother takes hold of his left hand and squeezes it gently. “Red scales huh?” There’s a teasing edge to her voice that makes Derek want to blush like he’s 7 again. “Sure you didn’t just see a mermaid?”

Okay, maybe the reason why their mother can always figure out they’re lying is because they’re all shit at lying. “I might have… met one.” Derek grudgingly admits to her hands. “He might have given me the bracelet. Both of them.”

The quiet hum his mother makes makes Derek look up. That’s not a bad noise but it is definitely on the cautious side. “Is the red one made from his scales?” Thalia asks, fingers hovering close to the bracelet but not touching it. Derek nods, worry making his heart race.

"That is curious." Thalia murmurs in a far away voice. Derek wants to ask if that’s a good thing or a bad thing when his mother looks at him. "We have a few books that talk about mermaids but the information in them is more general than specific. If you want to learn more, I can ask our emissary for help."

With a grateful smile, Derek nods and squeezes his mother’s hand. 

—

"Poseidon strike me down, what am I doing." Scott mutters to himself as he surfaces. With one hand he sweeps his wet hair back, eyes straining towards the shoreline in search of the Girl. He’s been coming to the surface every day for over a week now, returning near the same Sun Time when he’d last seen her collecting shells.

Unfortunately, he’s not caught sight of her once since then. But Scott is not deterred. The girl has to return. He knows this down to his fin that she will come back to the beach sooner or later. Or maybe he needs to more seriously consider changing the Sun Time at which he comes to look at her?

Scott swims towards the rock formation he hides behind to watch the beach. There’s two humans out today - a woman and a man. The female’s hair is the same color as some merpeople’s dull gold scales and Scott would say that she was pretty were it not for the sour look on her face as she converses with her companion. 

The other human is a man. Tall, older than the lady if his light colored hair is anything to go by. He looks tired as they talk, her gesturing wildly while he remains stoic and replies in softer tones. ‘An argument.’ Scott decides easily enough. ‘I wonder if they’re related to each other or lovers…’

The tableau, even without sound, entrances Scott long enough that he forgets the time. It’s only when the sky has turned a brilliant shade of orange-pink that Scott realizes his mistake. ‘Crap crap crap!’ Scott curses with one last look at the couple walking away. 

He swims away from the rock formation, diving into the cool water without a second thought. If he dawdles any longer, his mom is going to worry. Scott is debating taking a short cut through the trench when a bright glimmer in the corner of his eye makes him pause.

Scott turns to squint down at the dark ocean floor. There isn’t enough light and there’s too much marine life moving, shifting about for Scott to be sure but… there’s something down there. Something from the Land.

He takes one long look behind him, in the direction where home lies, before he decides to check it out. If it’s something, Scott is sure that Stiles will appreciate it and add it to his collection. He’s late anyways, Scott reasons with himself as he swims down, brushing past a shoal of fish, what’s the worst that can happen.

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"Be careful!" Gerard barks at the men pulls on a thick rope, steadily pulling their prize up to the surface. "He’s fighting enough as it is! I don’t want the ropes to break!" 

The old man watches the strained rope and how it sways against the pulley. The merman’s putting up quite a fight. Just like last time. He grins as he sees the net begin to rise out of the water, stepping towards the open space on the boat.

He is taken aback when he sees a different merman. “Well.” Gerard says, eyeing the dark haired boy that is clinging to the net with a panicked expression in his eyes. “It’s a different one but a job well done!” He turns towards his son standing behind him, a greedy smile on his lips. “Call the client. Tell him we’re still ready to do business.”

Chris nods, turns on his heel and walks towards the cabin. Gerard looks back at the young merman, eyes his tight grip on the net and the silver gleam between his fingers.

He sneers at the merman’s sharp glare, amused that this creature who was fooled by a shiny trinket, a simple stopwatch, would look at him like that. Gerard has a hard time holding in his laughter the longer the merman glares at him. As though the creature could do anything to harm him.

—

There’s a boat out tonight. That’s Stiles’ first sign that something is amiss. Rarely do boats leave the dock at night and it’s even rarer than they would come to this side of the coast.

He stays submerged, keeping only his eyes above the surface as he watches the humans busily move stop the boat. Stiles wonders if there is some special purpose or reason for this boat to be out well into Moon Time. Especially on a night like tonight when the tide is high and the sea is choppy?

Stiles longingly eyes the shoreline. The beach looks beautiful under the soft moonlight, as though it’s carved out of pale stone rather than soft-harsh sand. But given that Derek is no where in sight, Stiles lingers.

He ducks down when the humans begin to yell, nose and gills under the water as a whole bunch of men grab at a rope and begin to pull. 'Are they hunting?' Stiles ponders in confusion. It’s a little unusual but human are unusual all together to him. 

Oh, Stiles thinks as he sees the net being pulled up. They are hunting something. He presses up against the nearest rock, hefting himself up for a closer look. Is it fish? Or perhaps something else, he thinks excitedly, something forbidden! That has to be why they’re out at nigh-

His heart drops down to his tail when he sees Scott trapped in the net, blue and silver trail thrashing like mad against the material. Stiles almost darts out from behind his hiding place when sees how Scott’s every effort is only tangling him worse into the net.

Panic settles like a cold stone in the pit of his stomach as the humans yank the net into the boat, taking Scott out of his sights. Stiles digs his nails into the rock, tail swishing in agitation as he wonders what to do. His body moves to and fro with the water, indecision making him sink down.

He could return home and tell his father and Melissa what has happened. But that means explaining why he was on the surface. Not to mention figure out an excuse as to why Scott was top side as well. (Which is an excellent question he is going to ask his best friend about first chance he gets).

The other option is to follow the boat and see where it leads. Yes, Stiles decides, swallowing down the lump in his throat. First he’ll figure out where they’re taking Scott and then… and then…

Stiles’ thoughts die a swift death when he sees a familiar face. It’s the old man who had captured him! Confusion and anger sweep through him in equal parts as the man holds onto the railing and yells something at the other humans that has them all scurrying like restless crabs. 

He watches the fishing boat drift away and thinks… he thinks…

Stiles presses his forehead to the hard rock, squeezes his eyes shut and tries to think of something, anything, please that will help him rescue Scott. But his mind is frustratingly quiet. Not without a single suggestion or even a comment, that might help.

With a pained noise, Stiles watches the boat drift out of sight and wonders if the old man will keep Scott in the same tank from where Derek had resc-

'Derek!' Stiles thinks, his entire body straightening with a snap. Surely the werewolf could help! With that thought, Stiles turns towards the shore and is relieved beyond words that they had picked tonight for their meeting rather than tomorrow. He’s not sure if he could have survived that wait.

He swims as fast as he can towards their rocky alcove, hoping that Derek is already there. ‘Please let him be there please oh please by Psamathe’s name let him already be there.’ Stiles prays over and over again to every deity he can name and think of, straining his tail and fin as he pushes himself to swim faster and faster.