“It’s an amazing and really powerful thing to be celebrated for who you are. I think there’s a lot of girls that actually don’t feel that in their whole life and I want to spend my life honoring those people, making them feel seen and heard.” ~ Hayley Williams
If Stiles were a projectile and ambition were a quantifiable force, the trajectory graph of his life would start at the summer he went to robotics camp for the first time, hit a turning point the day he got his acceptance letter from MIT, then hurtle straight towards the world’s leading corporate science facility.
Derek hears the muted whirring, overlapped by the sick, meaty, crunch of flesh and bone being forcefully separated from flesh and bone. He jerks back and tunes his hearing out, focusing instead on the rapid thrum of his own heartbeat, the salty smell of his fear-sweat. The screaming stops about forty minutes later. Derek doesn’t want to think about what that means.
(A fic in celebration of Halloween. Stay spooky, readers.)
Here’s a clip of me roughing out an ash bowl last summer. Sped up x2 with robot sounds from the band Fartbarf. #woodworking #lathe #wood #ash #handmade #craft #dowoodworking #woodturning (at Andover (village), New York)