"Outlander" Bonny Scotland
Outlander || Opening CreditsSing me a song of a lass that is gone, Say, could that lass be I? Merry of soul she sailed on a day Over the sea to Skye. Billow and breeze, islands and seas, Mountains of rain and sun, All that was good, all that was fair, All that was me is gone. Sing me a song of a lass that is gone, Say, could that lass be I? Merry of soul she sailed on a day Over the sea to Skye.
Sing me a song of a lass that is gone
Holland’s reaction when she found out they’re going to do memes
And then there is a day when Derek wraps his fingers around Stiles’ neck and squeezes. Stiles’ heart stutters in his chest, happy and eager, thumping along with the waves of warmth radiating from Derek’s fingertips and seeping under Stiles’ skin.
"Will you keep me?" Trembling, wild sounds in sharp contrast with the fact that Derek is the one holding Stiles in place, making the boy’s spine arch just so as Derek presses his naked body flush against Stiles’.
It’s a feeling that, sometimes, still makes Stiles’ cheek turn a warm shade of red, makes his head spin when Derek pushes him against the bed and covers Stiles’ body with his. “You must be crazy.” He laughs. Trembles and laughs and swallows back tears, air burning in his lungs when Derek’s thumb travels up to his pulse, possessively pressing against it.
Maybe them both are, crazy and reckless and absolutely lost, living on borrowed time, watching the sun rise and set countless times, too many to keep count and yet- “Will you?” It’s almost a growl now, a harsh sound that claws its way out of Derek’s throat. “Stiles.”
When Derek’s teeth close around the tender spot at the base of his throat Stiles does nothing to stop him, melts instead under the slightly painful pressure as if that’s where he belongs. Pale and fragile and caged by Derek’s never ending power. "Yes," he breathes out, heart beating steadily. "Yes.”
He jumps, and knows that Derek will catch him as he falls.
I’m trying to capture life and moments of my friends, family and places where feels like home to me.
Place to call home for now is my country Serbia where I grew up.
I’m Dorotea Dimitrijevic 24 year’s old,
All pictures are analog…..