“Our kind of love, it was once in a lifetime. It couldn’t last, it was doomed from the first time. And you were 50s cool, in blue suede shoes, but it was a cover for all of the trouble you got into.”
In the dirty, beating heart of the societal underworld, a blueprint for a criminal masterpiece is drawn over the drug-infested alleyways and night clubs where wanderers go to seek pleasure and entertainment. In the midst of it all, two individuals, hopelessly entwined yet foolishly unaware of the other’s role in the corruption taking place, fall madly in love only to discover they are playing for different teams.
“You uh,” Derek coughed, rubbing the back of his head in an awkward gesture. “You don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to. It was mostly meant as like a romantic gesture I suppose, but it’s kind of weird and outdated, now that I really think about it,” he winced, and Stiles pulled the jacket tighter around himself.
“No!” he said, too loudly, before lowering his voice and staring bashfully at his shiny Oxfords. “I mean, no, I want to. I really want to.”
Derek reached out to touch his arm gently, a soft smile curling at the corners of his mouth. “For the record, I think you look good in it. You probably look better in it than I do.”
“That’s a lie, and you know it,” he protested hotly, pushing his glasses back up his nose, ignoring the way his cheeks were growing steadily redder. “But I’m going to take that compliment and keep it anyway,” he said, ducking his head. Derek shook his head fondly before he pushed himself off the row of lockers and tilted his head at the direction of the classrooms.
“You’ve got English next, yeah?” he asked, his mouth quirking up into a soft smile when Stiles nodded. “I’ll walk you there, c'mon.”
The walk down the hallway was comfortably silent, and Stiles allowed himself a small smile as he hugged his books tighter to his chest, his stomach flipping at the thought that he was wearing Derek’s jacket. Not Kate, or Jen, or anyone else. Him.
He couldn’t help the bashful smile that spread across his as he rounded the corner, only to run into the “Alphas”, the unofficial kings and queens of the school. Or, as Stiles liked to refer to them, the twats of high school.
Jen was the first to speak, her voice dripping with contempt.
“Looks like Hale found himself a new bitch.”
“Ignore her,” Derek gritted out and Stiles swallowed, his cheeks burning, and not in a nice way.
“How long did it take before he got you to spread your legs, Stilinski?”
There were a bunch of catcalls, and Stiles saw Derek’s fists clench at his sides.
But then, Kate had to get involved. Stupid, petty, arrogant Katherine fucking Argent had to open her mouth and hit right where it hurt.
“Well,” she shrugged nonchalantly, his smile turning sharp, wicked. “You know what they say about boys with mommy issues.”
Stiles froze in his tracks, and he swore he heard Derek snarl under his breath.
“C'mon, Stiles. It’s not worth it,” Derek murmured under his breath. To his surprise, Stiles shook his whole body out and kept walking, throwing Derek off so much that he had to rush to catch up. “Hey, she was being a complete jerk, and I-”
“It’s fine, Derek,” Stiles said, avoiding his gaze. “I get it.”
Due to pretty sucky personal finance conditions this year, Yuletimes were fixin’ to look pretty sad and presentless… But then I saw an article on cheap & handmade gift ideas, and I was instantly smitten with the idea of fire starters. RECYCLING & PUBLIC PARK FORAGING TO THE RESCUE! Also a sneaky way to sneak sneaky magics into your gift-giving, for those of you witches still flying under the radar amongst friends or family.
What All Ya Need:
festive / decorative paper that is safe to burn (it is a wonder what you can find in free city newspapers, especially during the holiday season)
short lengths of yarn or string that is safe to burn
filling: bark, twiglets, pine cones, and / or fir needles (the drier the better, you can vary based on local availability and perhaps your spellcasting needs); also optional are herbs, small pieces of dried foods, non-toxic items you wish to burn for magic purposes
Take a plain old newspaper page and lay it flat on your work surface. Just one should do, and you may wish to cut it down if you don’t want your fire starter to be too bulky - the one I made for a friend had to be small so it would fit in his little wood stove!
Lay out your filling materials in the center. You can make a small ritual of this, to lay the groundwork for a spell, or you can just toss them together any which way. For the above fire starter, I had a specific purpose in mind, and included things like dried orange peels, cloves, a garlic head skin, and mixed herbs. I would have better advice on ratios of things-that-smell-nice you could use, but I haven’t actually burnt one of my own yet, so… experimentation wooooo!
Fold over the lengthwise edges, and roll up your stuff! Again, if you wish to make smaller fire starters, it helps to be sparing with the filler and cut down your newspaper smaller.
Take that decorative paper from your crafty stash, or the nice large picture you found somewhere else in the newspaper, and wrap it around your roll. It will help if this paper sheet is longer than the first, so you have some extra at both ends to twist up easily and avoid tearing.
Tie off each end with string / yarn. You can also tie extra bits & pieces onto the middle of the roll, or either end, to make it look nice and / or seal the spell. I used pine twigs and cinnamon sticks.
Aaaaand done! These make up very quickly & serve as nifty, fragrant stocking stuffers. Just be sure the lucky recipient knows it's not meant to be unwrapped!
The Little Black Canid is finally done! Been working on this hand-sewn pupster for a couple weeks now, on-and-off, when I had the energy to spare them.
The full working isn’t through yet, and I’d like to gauge how the non-corporeal aspect is shaping up thus far. As an experiment, could anyone please tell me what, if any, impressions / gut feelings they get from viewing this little one?