#actual ice queen lydia martin

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How do you think Lydia perceives the whole Sterek relationship? I just know that it was the huge elephant in the closet during her and Stiles's relationship.

this particular question is something @dear-massacre and i have discussed before and i've given it some thought.

admittedly it's actually a lot of thought. in my opinion the answer to this is more complicated than you would think.

i have a lot of thoughts on the subject.

lydia martin and the memoir entitled me, my boyfriend, his unresolved feelings for derek hale and my repressed feelings for my dead best friend.

i don't think lydia quite knew what she was getting into with stiles initially. she doesn't know there's something to perceive.

on the whole i think the romantic relationship lydia and stiles have is one based on a shaky foundation of idolization, trauma, obligation and confused feelings.

i do not consider it healthy for either of them. especially at the time they enter into it. there's no time or space for them to process their emotions or feelings about what has happened to them let alone their actual feelings for each other.

lydia also didn't really interact with derek very much. in season 1 lydia is on the outside of the main plot and in season 2 she's in the main plot but she doesn't know it because she's purposefully isolated.

so her and derek's interactions are incredibly limited. does she even know derek hale exists lol?

their first barely there interactions are when he's trying to kill her when he thinks she's the kanima and than when she wolfsbane roofies him to resurrect peter?

when derek brings this up in chaos rising during one of his rare interactions with allison and lydia her reaction is so funny to me though. the judgement.

she also isn't there for much of the development between stiles and derek. she doesn't know the derek-n-stiles part of derek and stiles.

she knows stiles likes derek and is friends with him i don't think she necessarily understands that stiles has feelings there let alone about possible reciprocation.

even when she sees them in the finale she's amused by their banter. or that could be holland delighted to see her ship interacting.

the narrative often puts derek, stiles and lydia into this sort of odd love triangle. except it's not a love triangle in the traditional sense. it's almost like they're put up parallel to each other and stiles is forced to chose one path or the other.

lydia and derek are very similar. they both even have defrosting the ice queen arcs becoming two of the most compassionate and selfless people on the show.

in code breaker he's kidnapped by peter to locate derek and forced to leave lydia on the lacrosse field. in abomination stiles leaves lydia crying in her car and cannot return because he gets trapped in the pool by the kanima with derek.

derek even uses stiles's words about lydia being cold-blooded as justification for him attempting to kill her thinking she's the kanima.

there's the scene that plays over peter's love monolog in battlefield that's focused on derek, stiles and lydia despite peter talking about jackson.

lydia is the one who goes with stiles to try and pay for derek's release in mexico in the dark moon.

it's an interesting repeated thing all the way up until derek leaves.

however i don't believe this was the only issue as stiles's unresolved feelings for derek isn't the only elephant in the room. there are actually two elephants in the room. the other elephant is named allison and before you ask yes i'm saying exactly what you think i'm saying.

i've said it before and i'll say it again. there are three woman who haunt the narrative of teen wolf. laura hale, allison argent and claudia stilinski.

laura hale's murder was the inciting incident that started the events of the show, allison's death in the middle of the narrative is transformative to the story and claudia's ghost being exercised is the close.

the more i watch the show for my deep dives the more i notice just how profoundly changed lydia was by her friendship with and her love for allison.

allison was the great love of lydia's life and she is never able to fully move on. it's a wound that won't heal.

like, i'm not gonna get into a treatise about it but the subtext in season 4 about lorriane martin and the loss of her wife maddie compared to lydia and her loss of allison. 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

allison died to save lydia and lydia has never, ever forgiven herself for it.

the death wail that lydia let out for allison was so powerful, so full of pain and terrible that it spurred meredith's benefactor plan. meredith obviously isn't completely mentally sound but hearing that come lydia made her think they were better off dead than experience that.

lydia learning to use her powers to save malia is like watching a mother lift her car off her child. lydia cannot lose another person she cares about. this also fuels her desperation to bring stiles back.

lydia tells lenore in ghosted when they're in cannan that she doesn't have a caleb except yes she does. it's allison. not to mention the symbolism in lenore's name. the lost lenore is a trope is a reference to poe's poem and usually is about the main character's deceased love interest.

as for stiles. well. there's been a lot of words written about him and derek. i don't know how many people have watched how i met your mother but in the words of robin sherbatsky "if you have chemistry you're only missing one other thing -- timing. but timing is a bitch."

that's stiles and derek. derek is the great what if for stiles.

it's not that lydia and stiles didn't love each other. of course they did. that isn't in question. it's just that love isn't always enough. ultimately they were both carrying love around for other people that they couldn't let go of.

lydia let go of stiles because she recognized how unfair it was for the two of them.

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hey! i was just so curious which episodes you think Lydia looks the most put together in, like hair and makeup and outfit all fitting together (bc there have been some off episodes lmao) i personally think the ep (ugh i can't remember what number but season 3) where Boyd was in the tub and Stiles and Lydia work together during that whole sequence to save him from drowning under the safe. i thought that was her best outfit combo of the series but just wondering what your thoughts are!

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I Pretend You’re Mine (5)

A/N: Back with the promised continuation chapter! 

Not sure if you’re interested, but when I was writing, in my head I pictured:

Betty White as Grandma Rose

Richard Madden as Levi

Peter Gallagher as Jason Martin

Scott Eastwood as Drew

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Five: You Were Romeo (I Was a Scarlet Letter)

Day 1: Thursday, June 13th

7:00 pm- Welcome Cocktails in the Stardust Lounge, Deck 6

“Champagne, miss?” The formally dressed waiter offered a flute of sparkling wine, a raspberry garnish floating in the glass. Rosalie took it from his hands with no hesitation, sending the attendant a silent smile of thanks. She put the glass to her lips, then paused and looked up at Derek.

“Will people judge me if I chug this whole thing right now?” she voiced, loving the amused smile that lit up her partner’s face at the innocent question.

“I thought we didn’t care anymore what people thought of us,” Derek reminded her, though she knew that when he was referring to ‘we’, he really meant her. Derek never was one to care what people thought of him.

Rosalie weighed her options, then decided that her family judged her anyways so why not have a good time?

In order to get through this hellish night, she’d have to be tipsy. Best start now.

Without a word of affirmation, she forewent her instilled manners and chugged the glass down in one long sip. Rosalie wasn’t normally a fan of champagne, unless it was Dom Perignon, which she realized made her sound like a total snob. It was the one thing that she’d inherited from her father, her expensive taste in food and drink. It seemed by the familiar, rich, and delicious taste of the bubbly that the cruise ship staff had only provided the very best for their VIP guests.

Rosalie searched for a place to set her glass, finding a nearby unoccupied table and gently depositing it there. She, quite literally, couldn’t afford to even chip one of the crystal goblets.  She stumbled back to Derek, who was waiting for her with an open arm.

“You ready for this?” he whispered in her ear, his breath hot on her neck. It caused unvoluntary goosebumps to crawl up her arms, which she prayed he didn’t notice.

Was she ready?

A part of her never would be. She’d purposely left this part of her life behind, knowing all too well how toxic it was for her mental health. But Rosalie knew if she backed out now, then the family would know that they finally got to her. They would think that she was still strung up and heartbroken about Drew, or jealous of her stepsister for getting the diamond that was meant for Rosalie.

And sure, she had been… once upon a time.

Moving back to Beacon Hills, reconnecting with normal people, people she loved more than her own blood relatives… it had put everything into perspective for her again.

Rosalie could once again be herself, be that strong woman that Talia Hale had raised to be when Rosalie’s own mother had fallen short. The strong, kind, generous, goofy, compassionate, empathetic woman with a mind of her own and a head on her shoulders. Not the ice queen, the submissive and serious woman that her father had tried to warp her into.

And for that, Rose was forever thankful.

She was different now, but exactly the same. And this version of her, with her closest confidantes by her side, wouldn’t cower in a corner.

Rosalie held her head high, meeting Derek’s gaze with a confident look in her blue eyes.

��Yes,” she declared, feeling her confidence rise.

“Good.”

“Lead the way, Prince Charming.”

Derek snorted and shook his head at the nickname, but complied and escorted Rosalie further into the room. She searched for a friendly face among the crowd. Normally, she’d be able to find Lydia by her head of bright red hair, but nearly half of the people in the room had some shade of red hair.

Thankfully, Rosalie didn’t have to look all that hard, as Charlotte came bounding up to her aunt, screaming, “Auntie Rosie! Uncle Derek!”

And suddenly, as the child wrapped her arms around one of Derek’s legs and one of Rosalie’s, all of the attention in the room shifted to the couple.

“Is that Rosalie?” her cousin Noah commented to the man next to him.

“Who the hell is that with her? Because dayum, I’d like to tap that ass,” Noah’s twin, Nick, said back.

“That has to be her friend,” Uncle Alex said to his wife, his lips around a glass of Scotch.

“Not with the way he’s holding her. Besides, did you hear her niece call him Uncle? How she managed that is beyond me,” Aunt Sarah replied, looking Rose’s companion up and down with hungry eyes.

Rosalie ignored all the talk, even though it seemed as if the crowd wasn’t even attempting to be discreet in their conversations.

She reached down to pat Charlotte’s blonde head. “Hey, honey! I missed you!”

Derek ruffled Charlotte’s curls playfully, to which the little girl pretended to be angry with him. But Rosalie could see the smile that she was hiding as Charlotte clutched the adults’ legs even harder.

“All right, all right, Charlie. Let’s let Auntie Rosalie and Uncle Derek breathe, yeah?” Rosalie’s brother, Levi, broke through the crowd, detaching his daughter from the couple and telling her to go on and play with her cousins.

As soon as the little girl was out of sight, Levi enveloping his sister in a hug. Derek held out his hand for a friendly shake, but Levi pulled him into an embrace as well, the two men patting each other fondly on the back.

“I’m digging the beard,” Derek approved, gesturing to Levi’s newly grown beard while rubbing his own.

“What can I say? I was inspired by yours. Although I have to say, mine looks a little better. Y’know, because it’s still all one color,” Levi joked, comparing his solid red scruff to Derek’s salt-and-pepper look.

Rosalie elbowed Derek in the side teasingly. “Yeah, you old man!”

Derek raised one brow and stepped away from Rosalie, crossing his arms. “Oh sure, call me old man one more time.”

Rosalie beamed up at him, wagging her own brows. “What would you rather me call you? Sugar daddy?”

With one fell swoop, Derek was pressed against her, fingers tickling the small expanse of visible skin on her waist. Rose squealed with laughter, trying in vain to pull away from him and begging for mercy.

Levi cleared his throat loudly, causing the couple to separate. Rosalie’s cheeks burned red at the embarrassing scene that she had been a part of. Surely her brother would tease her about it.

Instead, Levi looked a bit pissed.

“So, I guess my daughter didn’t dream up your engagement, then. This,” Levi gestured to Rosalie and Derek, “is really happening?”

Derek shifted his weight on both feet. Rosalie bit her lip and looked to the floor guiltily. She loved her brother. She really did. But she knew that Levi had loose lips, and he’d surely have one too many and (unintentionally) let slip the whole ruse. That, and Rose couldn’t take the disappointment from him.

“It’s about fucking time,” Levi added, sounding a lot more jovial. Rosalie’s and Derek’s heads shot up instantly, shocked at his comment.

Levi slapped Derek on the shoulder. “Bro, I am so glad you didn’t listen to me.”

“What’s he talking about?” Rosalie interrogated Derek.

Derek scratched the back of his neck and turned his head towards the large window next to them. Before he could explain, Jess, Levi’s wife, snaked her arms around her husband’s waist, resting her chin on his shoulder. “Lee was telling me all about how he’d threatened Derek with his guns if he even put his hands on you.”

Rosalie’s jaw dropped. Derek stayed unusually silent. “You gave Der the boyfriend talk?! When was this, big brother?”

Levi raised both hands in surrender. “In my defense, Derek was a horny college kid back then, and I was only trying to protect my little sister. You know the, um, milestones that come with prom night.”

The tapping of a mic interrupted their conversation, which Rosalie was thankful for since she was at a loss for words.

She’d remembered that night in question, fondly. It was the night that she’d realized that she’d had feelings for Derek. Rosalie’s then-boyfriend, Ryan, had dumped her a week before prom for another, more sexy, more experienced, girl. Rosalie was heartbroken, and had sworn off prom, until Derek had shown up on her doorstep in a suit with a pink corsage and a sparkling silver tiara.

She’d laughed, of course, at the reference to the childhood nickname. Then, she’d excitedly rushed upstairs to ready herself, leaving Derek at the mercy of one Levi Martin. Levi Martin, who had, apparently, threatened to cut off Derek’s balls and feed them to the family dog if he had even touched his baby sister in an inappropriate way.

(Levi was always… poetic when it came to his threats.)

Rosalie had hoped, prayed, that as Derek had driven her home in his black Camaro, that he would kiss her, to put a fairytale ending on a perfect night. Sure, he’d kissed her when he dropped her off at her front door… on the cheek, like a brother, or a best friend, might.

Rosalie had dreamt about that night for years afterwards, of what it would be like if he had actually kissed her.

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“I’m sorry, Grandma Rose. I have to go rescue my fiancé from your dear grandson.”

Rosalie stood from the table, feeling a rush in her head for a few seconds. She was definitely tipsier than she thought.

Once Rose got her bearings, she strutted, barefoot, to Derek, who looked highly uncomfortable. With every inch that Nick advanced on Derek, the man backed a considerable distance away.

“Has anyone ever told you that you have an amazing ass?” Rosalie heard Nick flirt from paces away. The way that Nick was looking at Derek, the way that he was blatantly hitting on the man when Nick knew that Derek was taken, it unsettled something in Rosalie. Her vision turned red as she approached the two from behind, wrapping an arm around Derek’s waist.

“Hi Nick. Sorry, this amazing ass is mine.” Rosalie didn’t know what she was saying, didn’t really think through what she was doing. All she knew was that she was grabbing Derek’s right butt cheek with her hand, smiling smugly as Nick’s eyes widened.

Derek waited until Rose’s cousin scurried away before stiffly asking, “Rosalie, why are you grabbing my ass?”

Rosalie let go of Derek immediately, feeling as if she’d spontaneously combust in mortification. “I am, so, so sorry. I just kind of… he was ogling you and it made me mad. Like you’re gorgeous but you’re more than just a pretty face and an incredible ass.” Rosalie’s eyes widened at her word vomit, and now she definitely wanted to throw herself from the nearest balcony and test her drunken theory that she was secretly a mermaid.

“I… I need a drink.”

Derek turned to face her, a hint of a forming chuckle on his lips. “I think you’ve had enough of those, babe.”

Rosalie wished that she could slink away. She wished that someone would hit her in the head, and she’d wake up with amnesia. Maybe she could change her name and move to Antarctica? Yeah, that would be good.

Derek rolled his eyes, grabbing his best friend by the elbow and latching her hand back onto his arm. “I’m not mad at you, Rosalie. Feel free to grab my ass anytime if it makes you feel better.”

Rosalie tried to scowl, but the frown was turning upward with every second. “I hate you so much.”

Derek escorted the two back to Rosalie’s table, where Grandma Rose looked completely unimpressed with the whole shindig. Before they sat, he pulled Rose close and whispered, “I’ll let you grab my ass as long as I can grab yours.”

At that, he pulled out Rosalie’s chair and plopped her down, taking the one next to her. Rose was speechless. Did that actually come out of his mouth? Wait, did he actually want to grab her behind? Yep. Those were his words. Exactly.

Rose’s cheeks flushed a healthy shade of pink. Derek laughed at her slowly coloring face, to which she smacked him on the thigh under the table. Before she could remove her hand, Derek grabbed it and held it between the two of them.

“I always knew the two of you would end up together.” Grandma Rose said wistfully, looking at the couple with soft eyes.

You and everyone else, apparently. Everyone but Derek, Rosalie thought sadly, and tried to shove the painful pang in her heart.

“You know how I knew, Rosalie?” Grandma Rose shakily reached for her flute of champagne, taking a long sip. “I knew it when this one, this big, strong, handsome man,” the old woman reached for Derek’s free hand and patted it kindly, “punched my idiot son in the face at that party, after you got your master’s degree.”

Rosalie snickered at the memory. Jason and Derek had never gotten along. Jason thought Derek was ‘some jock who was too concerned with an unlikely career in basketball instead of his studies’. Derek thought Jason was a ‘pompous, cheating, scumbag, son of a bitch’. (Both quotes were their words exactly)

All of the building tension exploded when Jason had chosen to make a below-the-belt comparison between Rose and Ashleigh’s accomplishments. As if they weren’t celebrating Rosalie graduating from Columbia University, an ivy league, with a master’s degree, with the highest honors.

Derek had broken Jason’s nose. Jason had gotten a restraining order (his favorite defense tactic; it expired last year).

“I’m so sorry,” Derek told Rosalie’s grandmother, though he didn’t sound the least bit remorseful.

“Oh, sweetheart. It wasn’t like every sane person at that party wasn’t thinking the same thing. You were the only one brave enough to do it. Rose’s knight in shining armor.”

Derek’s face flushed red, a rare sight for a man with so much confidence.

“Rosalie, dear. I do have to warn you, Drew and Ashleigh are here.”

Rosalie sighed. She knew that they would be here. The pair had done a very good job at avoiding them; Rose wondered when they’d finally make it around her and Derek’s way. If Rose were lucky, maybe they’d just avoid her the whole trip. Only in her dreams…

“I know, Grandma. I—have you seen them yet?”

“Yes, I had the misfortune of running into both of them while yelling at your father for dragging his ninety-two-year-old mother on an extravagant trip. Do you know how long the plane flight was? Anyways, Drew called me ‘grandma’. You know what I told him, loves?”

Derek and Rosalie looked to each other, both knowing that it was probably something rude. Grandma Rose was Rosalie’s favorite relative, outside of her brother and Lydia. She was the most real of all of them. She spoke her mind and wasn’t afraid to let anyone know how she felt.

“I told him to go fuck himself.”

Derek choked on his glass of white wine. Rosalie smacked him on the back a few times, unable to hold in her shaking laughter.

“Yes, I told dear old Drew to go fuck himself. The only man that’s allowed to call me that is Derek. He doesn’t have his head up his ass. He sees how beautiful, wonderful, and deserving of love my real granddaughter is.”

All jokes aside, Grandma Rose’s words warmed Rosalie’s heart. At least one of the extended family members didn’t think she was a disgrace.

“Well, kids. Would you look at that? The pompous son of a bitch wants to go blab about himself. Someone should go tell him to shut up.”

Rosalie looked to the small stage at the front of the lounge. Sure enough, there was her father, Jason, dressed to the nines in a likely customized Hugo Boss suit, a pink Hibiscus sticking out of his breast pocket. Jason looked around at the crowd, clearing his throat to get the attention of his guests.

“Welcome, everyone! I’m so glad that you’re here and could join me on this fantastic excursion…”

Jason continued his schpeal and Rosalie tuned him out. He was likely talking about how great he was for paying for everyone’s accommodations, or how lucky they were to be spending time with him on this 1K-a-night cruise. Rosalie had heard it all before, multiple times, and she was sick of it, frankly.

What was it about rich people’s money that made them think that they were gods and should be treated as such?

Derek squeezed Rosalie’s hand hard, his nails digging into the back of her hand.

She looked to him in explanation, but he only nodded his head towards the stage.

Where Drew was shepherding Ashleigh up the steps, his hand resting on her backside.

“Yes, as I said, we have two exciting announcements that Evelyn and I could not wait to share with you tonight.”

 Jason looked fondly towards Ashleigh and Drew, who were now hobbling towards him. There were resounding gasps and excited squeals, but Rosalie could only focus on Drew.

Drew was still as handsome as the day that she had first met him. His blue eyes sparkled with confidence and charm. He’d grown a beard since Rosalie had seen him last, wafts of brown hair covering his strong jaw. He stood behind Ashleigh, his hands moving to rest on her stomach, and that’s when time stood still.

Because, under Drew’s lithe fingers, was a protruding bump. Rosalie, despite herself, couldn’t help the gasp that formed around her lips, nor the shaking of her hands.

Drew, when he was with her, had told Rosalie that he didn’t want kids. He’d had daddy issues too and didn’t want his offspring to grow up with a messed-up dad. Even though Rosalie desperately wanted a family, she was so in love with Drew that she’d put those dreams aside, for him.

Now, Drew stood proudly cradling his pregnant fiancée’s stomach as he spoke sweet nothings into her ear, looking thrilled to become a dad.

Derek squeezed Rosalie’s hand tightly, then removed it to wrap around her shoulders instead, nestling her into him. Derek’s lips brushed the top of Rose’s head, then her forehead.

“Fuck, Rosie. I’m so sorry. I… he didn’t deserve you. You’re better off without him. Do you want to go?” Derek whispered huskily in Rosalie’s ear, breaths coming out shallowly.

Rosalie didn’t need to feel the tenseness of his arm around her to know that he was pissed. She could tell just by the tone of his voice that he wanted to kill Drew.

Rosalie turned her head so that now her lips would be close to his ear. “I… I should have known. I—No, we need to stay. If I leave now, then Ashleigh and Evelyn will know that they’ve won, and I can’t let that happen.”

Rosalie rested her head on Derek’s shoulder, finding comfort in his embrace.

Someone kicked her leg under the table. Rosalie raised her head to look at Derek questioningly. His expression matched her own.

“Rosalie? Dear, are you here?” Jason called from the stage, his snake-like grey eyes checking the crowd for his daughter.

“She’s here, you pompous prick!” Grandma Rose yelled to her son, shoving Rosalie gently with a hand to her back. From a distance, Rosalie heard Stiles guffaw. She imagined that Lydia smacked him in the head while trying to control her own laughter.

Jason scowled, but ignored his mother, watching with a forced smile as his daughter and her ‘fiancé’ ascended the stairs. Derek had a tight hold around Rosalie, who had forgone her shoes in the shock of the moment. She leaned on him, both physically and metaphorically, for strength.

“Some more good news for my daughters. Somehow, someone managed to put a ring on my dear little Rosalie. Yes, it shocked us, too. Good on you, Derek!” Jason looked to Rosalie’s bare feet. “And it seems he doesn’t mind her habit for walking around barefoot. Welcome to the family, Derek Hale!”

Most of the crowd laughed, Evelyn and Ashleigh’s shrill merriment sticking out the most. Derek held Rosalie tighter. She bit the inside of her lip in an attempt to stay strong.

From Jason’s other side, Drew asked, “Wait. Isn’t that the guy who broke your nose?”

Derek rested his forehead on the side of Rose’s head, huffing into her ear “Yes. That was me. And if you don’t shut up, I’ll break your nose, too, you douche”.

That made her chuckle, and with his arms securely around her, Rose knew that she’d be alright as long as Derek was by her side.

[ladyalicent]

damn you keep reblogging media i'm not familiar with but looks amazing. do you have any book recommendations? books you absolutely love? thanks so much and also love your url <3

aw thank you! i have bucketloads of book recs, actually, so i will try not to go absolutely overboard, but here they are — mostly sci fi and fantasy, because thats a huge chunk of what i read, but i'll include some general fiction as well

adult sff

the fifth season, n.k. jemisin

ancillary justice, ann leckie

kindred, octavia butler

ninefox gambit, yoon ha lee

jade city, fonda lee

sorcerer to the crown, zen cho

the ten thousand doors of january, alix e. harrow

queen of the conquered, kacen callender

the traitor baru cormorant, seth dickinson

troubled waters, sharon shinn (this is ambiguously ya but w/e)

the border keeper, kerstin hall

gideon the ninth, tamsyn muir

realm of ash, tasha suri (i like this better than the other novel set in the same world and they stand alone)

city of lies, sam hawke

the poppy war, r.f. kuang

the midnight bargain, c.l. polk

ninth house, leigh bardugo

mexican gothic, silvia moreno-garcia

gods of jade and shadow, silvia moreno-garcia

vita nostra, sergey and marina dyachenko

all systems red, martha wells

a memory called empire, arkady martine

annihilation, jeff vandermeer

the left hand of darkness, ursula k le guin

magic for liars, sarah gailey

among others, jo walton

this is how you lose the time war, amal el-mohtar and max gladstone

the ghost bride, yangsze choo

the wolf of oren-yaro, k.s. villoso

spinning silver, naomi novik (she's on thin ice but...)

misc adult fiction

severance, ling ma (dystopian)

her body and other parties, carmen maria machado (horror/magical realism/speculative short stories)

the third hotel, laura van den berg (speculative)

luster, raven leilani (realistic fiction)

such a fun age, kiley reid (realistic fiction)

in the dream house, carmen maria machado (experimental memoiry things)

in the woods, tana french (suspense)

writers and lovers, lily king (realistic fiction)

the golden state, lydia kiesling (realistic fiction)

my sister, the serial killer, oyinkan braithwaite (realistic fiction...ish lol)

the kiss quotient, helen hoang (romance)

nothing to see here, kevin wilson (speculative)

ya

firekeeper's daughter, angeline boulley (mystery)

legendborn, tracy deonn (contemporary fantasy)

the midnight lie, marie rutkoski (fantasy)

the rise of kyoshi, f.c. yee (fantasy)

these violent delights, chloe gong (historical fantasy)

the thief, megan whalen turner (fantasy)

sadie, courtney summers (mystery)

seraphina, rachel hartman (fantasy)

truthwitch, susan dennard (fantasy)

for a muse of fire, heidi heilig (fantasy)

wintersong, s. jae-jones (historical fantasy)

white cat, holly black (contemporary fantasy)

a conspiracy of stars, olivia a. cole (sci-fi)

descendant of the crane, joan he (fantasy)

the dark days club, alison goodman (historical fantasy)

code name verity, elizabeth wein (historical)

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▸      ARE    THEY    OKAY    WITH    THEIR    HEIGHT ? yes,   even  if   she   has   to   literally   get   up   on   boxes   to   kiss   people.  her   designer   heel   &   stiletto   collection   is   to   die   for   &   she   has   the   perfect   excuse   to   indulge   when   nordstrom   has   a   sale.

▸      WHAT’S    THEIR    HAIR    LIKE ?

lush,  flowing   rose   gilded   mermaid-esque   waves.  she's   got   some   long   layers   &   she   enjoys   various   elaborate   braided   styles   or   dramatic   side   parts   depending   on   her   mood.   some   may   think   it   holds   mystical   powers,   something   likely   to   be   whispered   about   her   in   the  school  hallways.

▸     DO    THEY    SPEND    A    LOT    OF    TIME    ON    THEIR    HAIR     /    GROOMING ? absolutely,   though   it   depends   on   what   she’s   doing   &   how   she’s   feeling.   on   more   casual   occasions,   she’ll   simply   use   a   root   lifting   spray   and   let   it   fall   naturally.   sometimes   she’ll   heat   style   it   for   waves   or   soft   curls,   or   try   assorted   braids   from   the   fishtail   to   romantic   side   braids   or   milkmaid   braids   when   she’s   feeling   fancy.   she  might   pull   it   back   halfway   with   an   elegant   pin.   her   long,   abundant   copper   hair   is   a   gift.

▸      DOES   YOUR   MUSE   CARE   ABOUT   THEIR   APPEARANCE   /   WHAT    OTHERS    THINK ? absolutely.   she   carries   herself   like   a   milan   supermodel,   seeing   beauty   &   fashion   as   an   expressive   art.   she   knows   she’s   pretty   and   she   doesn’t   keep   up   with   trends.  she’s   iconic   enough   to   create   them.   she’d   never   let   anyone   see   her  in   a   less   than   glamazon   goddess-like   state   ;   she  takes  pride  in  being   best   dressed   and   her   beauty  routine.   she   loves   her   lipstick,   it   boosts   her   confidence,   it’s   an  essential   part   of   her   charisma.   it   doesn’t   freak   her   out   as   much   now,   but   her  first   banshee   fugue   states   were   traumatic   because   the   whole   school   thought   she   was   insane.   she   isn’t   afraid   of   that   anymore,   though  ;  life   &   death   are   more   important   than   cliques   &  rumors.                                                                                   

—    PREFERENCES.

▸     INDOORS    OR    OUTDOORS ?    indoors. ▸     RAIN    OR    SUNSHINE ?    sunshine. ▸     FOREST    OR    BEACH ?    forest. ▸     PRECIOUS    METALS    OR    GEMS ?  gems. ▸     FLOWERS    OR    PERFUMES ?    flowers. ▸     PERSONALITY    OR    APPEARANCE ?    both. ▸ BEING    ALONE    OR    BEING    IN    A    CROWD ?     being  alone  or  an  intimate  social  circle. ▸ ORDER    OR    ANARCHY ?    somewhere   in   between. ▸     PAINFUL    TRUTHS    OR    WHITE    LIES ?   painful  truths. ▸ SCIENCE    OR    MAGIC ?     both. ▸ PEACE    OR    CONFLICT ?    peace. ▸     NIGHT    OR    DAY ?    both.. ▸     DUSK    OR    DAWN ?    dawn. ▸ WARMTH    OR    COLD ?    warmth. ▸     MANY   ACQUAINTANCES    OR    A    FEW    CLOSE    FRIENDS ?   a  few  close  friends. ▸     READING    OR    PLAYING    A    GAME ?  reading.

—    QUESTIONNAIRE.

▸      WHAT    ARE    SOME    OF    YOUR    MUSE’S    BAD    HABITS ? self   isolating  /  withdrawing,   repressing   her  emotions   &   pretending   she   doesn’t   have   any,   quite  critical  of  herself,   can   cross  the  line  from   sassy   to   snappy,   pretending   to   be   cold   &   indifferent   for   the   sake   of   being   poised   &   to   keep   herself   from   getting   hurt,  ending   up   in   morgues  /  the   woods  /   strange   places   at   midnight,   tuning   out   of   the   present   &   making   contact   with   other   dimensions   during   class

▸      HAS    YOUR    MUSE    LOST    ANYONE    CLOSE    TO    THEM ?      HOW    HAS    IT    AFFECTED    THEM ? her  best   friend,   ALLISON   ARGENT,   was   fatally   stabbed   by   an   oni.  lydia   sensed   death   that   night,   but   she   was   left   in   shock   &   losing   allison   took   the   color  out   of   lydia’s   world.  her  eyes   lost   their   sparkle,   her   smiles   were   scarce   and   she   was   a   lot   quieter   &   more   reserved.   she   felt   more   alone   than   ever.   her   grandmother,   LORRAINE   MARTIN   (   who   was   also   a   banshee   )   faked   her   death  for   many   years,   leaving   a   special   coded   message   for   lydia   to   find   &   put   it   together.   once   lydia   discovered   the   truth,   lorraine   was   murdered   and   lydia   was   tied   up   in   the   basement   of   eichen    house   &   forced   to   listen   to   the   cassette   tape   of   her   last   few   breaths.   the   love   of   her   life,   STILES   STILINSKI   was   taken   by   the   ghost   riders   in   the  wild   hunt   for   3   months.   lydia   was   absolutely   anguished   to   a   point   of   seemingly   neurotic   behavior   and   crying   more   easily   than   ever,   but   found  a  way   to   create   a   dimensional   rift   in   time   and   space   to   bring   him   back.   

▸      WHAT    ARE    SOME    FOND    MEMORIES    YOUR    MUSE    HAS ? shopping   and   coffee   with   allison,  dancing   with   stiles   at   the   winter   formal,   double   dates   with   scott   &   allison,   ice   skating   with   them,   the   photo   on   her   vanity   mirror  of   herself   &   allison   laughing,   the   time   stiles   had   drag   queens   come   to   her   birthday   party   when   nobody   from   school   showed   up,   hugs   from   the   pack,   reading   the   little   mermaid   with   lorraine,   kissing   stiles   for   the   first   time,  getting   prada   as   a   puppy,   helping   malia   improve    her   driving   skills 

▸     IS    IT    EASY    FOR    YOUR    MUSE    TO    KILL ? she’s   highly   compassionate   &   always   believes   there’s   another   solution   if   another   supernatural   being   is   involved,   if   she   can   make   a   deal   with  a   hunter   or   try    to   reason   with   a   misguided   human.   but   monster   or   not,   she   has   +   WILL   kill   anyone   who   attacks   the   people   she   loves   with   the   intention   to   kill   them   or   she   finds   them   attempting   to   do   so.   her   scream   is   fatal   and   the   sound   waves   emitted   can   rupture   brain   cells,   make   ears   bleed   or   even   shatter   skulls   (   see   valack,   ghost   rider   &   changeling / fake   claudia  ).

▸      WHAT’S    IT    LIKE    WHEN    YOUR    MUSE    BREAKS    DOWN ? her   composure  ebbs   away,   she   tears   up   &   cries   easily,   pays   no   mind   to   her   pretty   &   polished   image,   questions   her   supernatural   efficacy,   apocalyptic   outlook   on   the   future,   expressive   about   her   anxiety,   stops   trying   to   hide   her   feelings,   cries   a   lot,   stops   pretending   she’s   fine,   can’t   focus,   her   banshee    powers   go   haywire,  Everyone's   Gonna   Die™ 

▸      IS    YOUR    MUSE    CAPABLE    OF    TRUSTING    SOMEONE    WITH    THEIR    LIFE ? the   mccall   pack,  chris   argent,   noah   stilinski,   melissa   mccall,   alan   deaton.

▸      WHAT’S    YOUR    MUSE    LIKE    WHEN    THEY’RE    IN    LOVE ? she   smiles   more  easily,    she   shows   a   sweeter   side   along   with   constant   [ playful ]   banter.   slightly   less   dark   sense   of   humor,   she’s   less   melancholic   about   the   supernatural   world.   she   makes   excuses    just   to   be   around   them,   wants   to   go   everywhere   and   do   everything   with   them.   she   wears   more   colors   and   florals,   spends   extra   time   on   her   appearance,   holds   hands   for  absolutely   no   reason   &   the   situation   totally   doesn’t   call   for   it.   frequent   touch  /  contact.  it’s   written   all   over   her   face.   ACTUAL   HEART   EYES.   they’re   especially   on   her   psychic   wavelength.   she’d   tear   open   the   universe   for   them.      she’d   die   for   them.

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[just-jordie-things]

Distance Makes the Heart Grow Fonder - Nolan Holloway

word count: 3892 warnings: swearing, underage drinking request: anon: 44 with nolan? #44 - “You’re really drunk” “No I’m not, you’re just blurry”

(y/n) hated parties.  She could barely stand the loud music and the drunks throwing themselves left and right.  She wasn’t a fan of dancing, it made her uncomfortable to do it in front of people.  The party scene was just the exact opposite of everything she enjoyed.  But when her friend Liam told her that Lydia was throwing an end of the year celebration, she felt it would be too rude to decline.  Lydia was a friend of hers as well, and she didn’t want to offend her by going to one of her infamous parties.

But it just so happened that she’d got sucked into the craziness of the house party and next thing you know, she’s eight shots wasted.

Nolan, much like (y/n), wasn’t a fan of parties.  He didn’t want to be there, he was sure nobody else wanted him there, so it was a win win situation.  The entire idea of being in a party made his anxiety peak.  They were just so loud, and crowded, and the only one he’d ever gone to, he’d just stood by the wall and watched the insanity of it unfold.  And that was as much experience as he felt he needed.

That was, until Liam called him.  Which was strange, because even though they were far past their differences, they still didn’t call each other on the phone or anything like that.

“Hello?” Nolan picked it up anyways, because there was a chance it could be an emergency.

“Hey, Nolan? Could you do me a huge favor?” The werewolf was hollering slightly, and Nolan could hear the loud noises in the background, though he didn’t know what the hell it was.

“Yeah? What’s going on?” He asked nervously.

“Could you uh… come pick up (y/n)?”

Nolan’s breath hitched, his heart falling to his stomach.  He must’ve been frozen up for a little too long, because Liam was calling his name through the phone.

“Nolan? Nolan are you still there?” Liam asked.

“Y-yeah I’m here uh- uh why does (y/n) need picked up?”

“Who’s that?” A voice spoke in the background of Liam’s phone.

“Not right now” He said back to the voice.  “Well she’s- (y/n) stop I’m on the phone-”

“(y/n)?” Nolan questioned, confused as to what was happening on Liam’s end.

“I wanna talk” She whined, and he could tell now that it was (y/n).  “Come on Liam, lemme talk”

“Can you just come get her? Please? She should really go home”

“M-me?”

“Yes, you, I just asked.  Could you hurry up? She’s getting all grabby-”

“Hi!” (y/n’s) cheerful voice rang through the phone, indicating she’d gotten it from Liam.  “Who’s this?”

“It’s.. um.. Nolan” He answered awkwardly as he put on his jacket and grabbed his car keys.

“Nolan!” She yelled enthusiastically.  “It’s so good to talk to you! Are you at the party?”

“Can you keep her on the phone for a while?” Liam hollered in the background.  “I’ve got her outside on the front step, just keep her occupied?”

“Tell Liam I said sure” Nolan said to (y/n), who relayed the message.

“Are you gonna come to the party?” She asked him.

“Uh…” Nolan thought about how to distract her as he got in the car.  “Yeah, actually.  I’m heading there now”

“Great! We’re gonna have so much fun!”

“Yeah or-or maybe we can go out for like ice cream or something instead”

“You don’t want to party with me?” She replied sadly.

“No-! No it’s not like that” He said quickly.

“Okay good” He could hear her smile in her voice.  “We haven’t hung out in a while! It’ll be fun!”

Nolan hummed in response.

Truth of the matter was, (y/n) and Nolan used to be the best of friends.  They were close enough friends that onlookers would think they were actually a couple.  And eventually, it started to feel that way.  At least, it did for Nolan.  And every day he spent with her his feelings only grew exponentially.  But he knew she couldn’t possibly feel the same, so he began to distance himself.  Until they really were just acquaintances, and she made better friends with Liam and McCall’s pack.

“Yeah… been a while” He finally mumbled back.  (y/n) was giggling drunkenly, beginning to babble on about all the weird things she’d seen at the party.  Nolan would occasionally comment and give general responses as he drove as quickly as possible to her.

His feelings were still very present.

Pulling onto the street of the party made him incredibly uncomfortable.  Nolan had to park half a block away just to have a space, and walking up the sidewalks to Lydia Martin’s house made him feel out of place.

Lydia had been the queen bee of Beacon Hills since her first day of kindergarten.  While Nolan hadn’t met her until his freshman year, he knew instantly that she was the girl in charge, and not to mess with her.  Not to mention she was resident banshee of the McCall pack.  He knew she was nice, and an understanding person.  But that didn’t make her any less popular.  And going to one of her parties made him feel threatened.

When he reached the house, which was very clearly a party seeing the stragglers and drunks in the yard, a mess of red solo cups and various scattered messes.  And as he approached the house-

“Nolan!” A familiar voice hollered, and next thing he knew (y/n) herself was shooting up off the front steps and racing towards him.  Her balance was incredibly awkward  as she flung herself into his arms, hugging onto him tightly.  “I can’t believe you’re here!” She said as she pulled away.

He couldn’t help but smile at her excitement of seeing him.  The last time they’d hung out outside of school had been months ago, and seeing her in front of him right now made hi sheart miss her.

“Yeah I’m glad to see you too” Nolan told her with a small chuckle.  She was smiling so wide at him, and it was contagious as hell.  “Where’s Liam? I should probably tell him I’m here”

“He’s inside, come on I’ll bring you to him” (y/n) responded, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the house.

“Oh okay” Nolan mumbled back, part of him not wanting to go into this house at all costs, but a bigger part of him not wanting (y/n) to let go of his house.  She pulled him through the crowds of people, their hands not disconnecting once.  He just blindly followed right behind her through the living room of dancing bodies, and the kitchen of drunks, and into the backyard.  The music was playing so loud he wondered why the neighbors hadn’t called the police because of the disturbance.  But he figured that the Martin parties were frequent enough that it’d be pointless to snitch now.

“Liam!” (y/n) called, and the beta about ten feet away turned, smiling slightly at the sight of her and Nolan holding hands.  Nolan looking completely out of place.  The werewolf was standing with Mason Corey and Scott and (y/n) happily tugged Nolan to the group.

“Hey kiddo” Liam greeted casually, then looked to Nolan.  “You got this under control?”

“I mean, I think so” He shrugged in response.  (y/n) grinned up at him.

“She got a little… wild” Mason spoke carefully, and the girl just innocently kept on smiling.  The other boys nodded in agreement.

“Yeah…” Corey mumbled.  No one really wanted to say anything about what had happened before Nolan got here.  “She’s really not the party type”

“I sure am! I had a lot of fun” (y/n) defended herself to Nolan.  Her head nodding too many times.

“I’m sure she did” Scott sighed.  “Just make sure she falls asleep on her side, and probably keep a garbage bin nearby, this is gonna hit her hard in the morning”

“Duly noted” Nolan said.  (y/n) began to swing their hands between them.  “What happened?”

“She got… really drunk” Liam said.

“Really.  Drunk” Mason emphasized.

“I wanted to go swimming” (y/n) answered for herself, seeing as the boys were not  telling Nolan the whole story.  She pointed off towards Lydia’s pool.  He looked over, seeing people either fully clothed and wasted, or down to their underwear and messing around.  He found himself thanking God that (y/n) was completely dry and had clearly not gone swimming in that madness.

“Okay then” He responded, making Liam and Mason chuckle.

“Yeah, it’s time for her to head home” Corey said, putting a hand on the human girl’s shoulder.  “Be good for Nolan” he told her, like he was a father dropping his toddler off at a daycare.

“Of course” She grinned, letting go of Nolan’s hand to wrap her arms around Corey.  “I’m gonna miss you so much” She told him.  He rolled his eyes but laughed good heartedly as he hugged her back, patting her gently.

“Miss you too.  Now get going” He told her, giving Nolan a helpless look.  When (y/n) finally let go, she grabbed on to Nolan’s hand again.

“Goodbye everyone!” She waved dramatically as they started to walk back out of the party.  “Goodbye! I love you all!”

The boys waved back, shaking their heads, and being thankful that she was finally going home.

“I had a good time.  You should’ve stayed longer” (y/n) told Nolan, staring up at him as he guided her back through the house to leave.  She let go of his hand again, and for a split second Nolan was sure he was gonna lose her in the crowd, or worse, run off to go swimming.

But none of that happened.  Instead, she wrapped her arm around his middle and tucked herself into his side.  When she noticed he was looking at her bemusedly, she offered him a big grin.

“Didn’t wanna lose you” She slurred just a little bit over her words.  He gave her a timorous smile, but wrapped an arm around her shoulders as well.  

When they got through the house and were walking along the sidewalk to his car, she started babbling again.  It was mostly just nonsense, as though she was filling him in on the things he’d missed in her life since distancing himself from her.  But Nolan didn’t mind, he was just glad to be in her presence again.

“Dude I missed you!” She shouted unnecessarily at one point.  Nolan felt lucky that he wasn’t a werewolf, because at that volume her voice would’ve surely rang in his ears for a while.  “It’s been forever”

“I know” He sighed, finally a distance from his car where he could unlock it.  “We’ve both been busy, yeah?” He suggested, not sure how to excuse his choices.  (y/n) shrugged her shoulders, pulling out of his hold as he opened the passenger door for her to get in.  She didn’t say anything else on the subject.

It was quiet as Nolan got in and started the car, buckling (y/n’s) seatbelt for her since she’d neglected to do so.

“You want the radio on?” He’d asked as he pulled out and was driving back to her house.

“Can you roll the window down?” She asked.  Even though there was a window control on her door, the girl obviously was incapable of realizing it.  But Nolan pushed the master switch on his side and both of their windows rolled down.

“You need fresh air?” He asked her softly as (y/n) leaned towards the window, resting her head against the door of the car.  “Because if you’re going to be sick I can pull over”

“I’m okay” She said, putting her hands out the window, stretching her arms out far like she was trying to reach something.  Nolan kept on casting glances over to her, making sure she wasn’t going to do anything stupid.

But there was something so ethereal about her playing with her hands out the window, running them through the wind, her hair flying around here and there when she leaned far enough.  It reminded him exactly why he fell for her in the first place.

“Nolan you’ve gotta do this!” She hollered against the breeze.  He smiled genuinely at her, shaking his head at her antics as he drove.

But he did let one of his hands fall outside of the window.

“It’s so amazing!” She said eagerly, throwing the whole front half of her body outside, her arms up in the air as she hollered with complete excitement.

“O-okay maybe let’s stay in the car” Nolan said, and she somewhat listened, sitting back in her seat.  But she kept her arms and head out still.

“Are we going to my house?” (y/n) asked after about ten minutes of driving.

“Yep” He replied simply.  “It’s getting late, and you’re going to need sleep” Nolan told her.  (y/n) shrugged and nodded.

“I suppose I’m kinda sleepy”

He began to wonder when the alcohol would wear off.

“Are you staying overnight with me?” She asked him, and he had no clue what to respond with.  

Was he supposed to? Could he leave a drunk girl to go to sleep on her own? He’d heard plenty of horror stories of drunks who fell asleep on their backs and choked on their own vomit.  But what about her parents? Wouldn’t they think it’d be weird if he spent the night? Did he even want to? Was it a good idea?

“Nolan?” (y/n’s) soft voice called, and she sat back in the car fully now, poking his shoulder.  “Nolan? Are you spending the night?” She asked.

“I don’t know if I-”

“My parents aren’t home this week” She told him.  “Are you gonna leave me by myself?”

Was she guilt tripping him? This opened a whole new avenue of questions he had.

“I-I guess yeah” Nolan stuttered out his answer.  (y/n) just smiled.

It was a good thing her parents weren’t home, because (y/n) likely would’ve been grounded as soon as she walked into the house.

“I’ll give you the tour!” She told him cheerfully.  “This is the living room!” She gestured wildly to the entire place, while Nolan took his shoes off.  “And over there is the kitchen, there’s not a lot of snacks right now cause I dunno how ‘’t’ grocery shop but that’s okay.  I’ll make a list for when my parents get back.  But if you’re hungry I’ll figure something-”

“(y/n) there is no way I am letting you cook” Nolan said, chuckling to himself.

“What? Why not?” She seemed to take immense offense to this.

“You’re really drunk right now”

“No I’m not, you’re just blurry” She replied easily.  Nolan laughed and rolled his eyes at the same time.  “Didn’t have’ta be rude about it” She mumbled, wandering out of the kitchen.

“A-alright, alright (y/n) let’s go upstairs” He said, grabbing her carefully by the arms.

“Okie dokie.  I’ll show you the way!” She said, pulling out of his hold and heading for the stairs.

Nolan watched as she literally crawled up the steps.  Unsure of what to say.

“You know I’ve been here before, yeah?” He questioned as he followed behind her on the stairs.

“Really?” She asked, sitting in the hall at the top of the stairs.  “It must have been ages ago…” She spoke dramatically, and Nolan shook his head, helping her up to her feet.

“Come on (y/n), it’s late don’t you want to sleep?”

“Yeah” She mumbled, stumbling her way towards her bedroom.  “Bedtime sounds good”

She was able to open her own door, and awkwardly walk her way over to bed before flopping onto it.

“Okay, I’m going to get you some medicine and water… you stay here and put on pajamas okay?” Nolan asked, finding himself rubbing her back and shoulders as she laid face first on her mattress.

“Mm’kay” She mumbled, beginning to stir.  From the whining she made, he figured that she was starting to sober up.  This was going to be a fun process.

As Nolan went through her bathroom cabinets and kitchen for hangover supplies, (y/n) lazily changed out of her clothes and into a pair of pajama shorts and a tee shirt.  She was wandering back to bed when Nolan came back into the room.

“Can you shut off the lights please?” She asked him, rubbing her eyes with her fists.  He nodded, flipping off the switch and encasing them in darkness.  (y/n) crawled into bed this time instead of falling onto it, fearful of getting sick if she were to.  “Thanks”

“No problem” Nolan said.  “So here’s your water, which you’ll need when you throw up all the contents in your stomach” He said, setting the glass on her nightstand.  “And I got the whole bottle of Advil, the lid’s already off for easy access” He set the bottle by the glass as well.  “Also I found a headache cold pack in your fridge so-”

“Gimme please” She cut him off, rolling onto her side to take the mask from him, pressing it straight against her head, instantly sighing in relief.  “Thank you”

“Alright so… I’m gonna go downstairs to the couch if you need anything you can holler or just text me or something I have my phone-”

“No” (y/n) mumbled.  “Stay up here”

“U-up here?” Nolan stammered, not understanding.

“Yeah”

“With you?”

“Yeah” She repeated, her hand gently patting the open space of bed.  “Please”

“I mean… are you sure?”

“Yes, Nolan.  Don’t leave me alone, just lay down”

He didn’t need to be told again, and followed her orders.  She just laid there looking at him, still pressing the ice pack to her head as he got situated.

“Are you still drunk?” He asked, because he felt like he should, especially since he’s in her bed.

“Nuh uh” She hummed.  “This hurts too much for me to be drunk” Nolan cracked a smile at that.  It was quiet for a little while, and he was sure she was about to fall asleep.  So when she spoke up again it surprised him.  “I was never too busy for you” She whispered out faintly.

“What do you mean?”

“Earlier, you said we’ve both been busy.  You weren’t wrong” (y/n) whispered.  “But I was never too busy for you, I would’ve gladly cancelled or switched things around to see you more”

“I wasn’t really busy” Nolan shrugged.  “I just figured-”

“You were wrong” (y/n) yawned.  “I wouldn’t shut you out like that, you know that, right?” She asked him softly.  He nodded shakily.

“Yeah I-I know that” He answered.

Guilt consumed him at this point.  He was the one that shut her out, he was the one that closed up and pushed her away because he couldn’t handle his own emotions.

“I was the one who shut you out” He told her suddenly, surprising them both.  (y/n’s) eyes opened and her brows knitted together, confused by his confession.

“What?” She whispered.

“I pushed you away” Nolan said.  “I started… I started caring too much and I pushed you away and that was a dick move and I regret it completely”

(y/n) thought for a moment about what he was saying, her mind a little hazy from the alcohol but she was mostly able to understand what he was saying.

“It’s okay, Nolan” She mumbled.  “I wouldn’t have let you slip away forever” She told him, hoping to reassure him.  If anyone understood Nolan’s anxiety and how to calm it, it was (y/n).

She moved up closer to him, their faces just inches apart.

“Thank you for bringing me home” The girl murmured out, sighing softly as she got comfortable again.  Nolan watched her as her eyes shut for a few moments, and he felt his heart rate calm down, even with her so close to him.

“Yeah of course.  Why were you there anyways?”

“I dunno, I hate parties.  And I hate drinking”

“Well… I don’t mean to alarm you but-”

“Yeah yeah save the wise ass commentary please” (y/n) giggled softly, her eyes fluttering open again to look at him, her lips in an amused smile, as were his.  She found herself staring at him longer and more intensely than she’d meant to, but now she couldn’t look away from him.  “I missed you” She whispered out so low he almost didn’t catch it.

“I missed you too” He replied.  She smiled sadly, and without thinking about it grabbed his hand in hers.

“That’s why I went” She clarified.  “To forget, maybe.  To just try and have a good time and pretend it didn’t hurt”

“(y/n) I-”

“That’s why Liam called you” She spoke over him, and Nolan silenced.  His eyes fell to where she was slotting her fingers between his.  “I ended up drunk and… and I guess he just took matters into his own hands to get it fixed”

“I’m glad he did” Nolan said.  “I didn’t want to ignore (y/n), and I sure as hell don’t want you going out every Friday night to drink and party” A faint smile pulled on her lips.  “I was being stupid I… I was being really stupid”

“It’s okay” She shrugged.

“It’s not” Nolan sighed.  “It’s just a crush, I didn’t have to completely close you out-”

“You have a crush on me?” (y/n) asked out of complete surprise, her lips parting open and her wide eyes searching his, as if she was trying to find the answer on whether that was true.

“Yeah…”

“That’s why you distanced yourself? Because you like me?”

“I mean I more than like you-”

“You idiot” She spoke again, smiling happily now as she shook her head.  Before leaning forward and pressing her lips against his, kissing him delightedly.  Her hands grasping at the collar of his jacket while Nolan tentatively cupped her face in his hands.

She just barely pushed him back, sliding her upper half with ease over his chest.  Their kiss parted for just a second, (y/n) taking the brief moment to smile down at him, before she leaned back in their lips softly collided again.

“Yeah I-I’m actually in love with you” He said, his hand pushing back her strands of hair as his eyes memorized the features of her face.

“I’m actually in love with you too” She replied in a hushed voice.  Nolan wrapped his arms around her, pulling her to lay against him and (y/n) happily snuggled against his chest.  One of his hands caressed her hair, the other rubbing circles over her back.  “You should’ve just told me, I liked you long before we were friends” (y/n) said sleepily.

“That would’ve been nice to know” He hummed, lightly kissing his forehead, just because he could, and just because he wanted to.

“Well, now you do” She sighed out, finally beginning to fall asleep.

(y/n) was not a party girl, but she was glad she’d partied tonight and got to spend the rest of her evening with Nolan again.

She hoped she’d never have to miss him again.

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[mf-despair-queen]

Your Name (Part 2) - Stiles Stilinski

Author: @mf-despair-queen​

Characters: Stiles Stilinski/Reader

Word Count: 3,815

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral (Female Receiving), Sex on a Boat

Notes: I couldn’t stop from writing this. And look. Smut. I’m such a good person. I hope you guys like this. Things are happening. You’ve gonna find out things next timeeeeee. Thanks to @minhosmeanhoe for proofreading because she is a saint and I love her. 

Listen to Me (Please note you are not required to listen)

Prologue | Part 1

Once in awhile when I wake up, I find myself crying. The dream I must’ve had I can never recall…

Stiles made the executive decision not to tell Scott about the fact that he was switching bodies with the girl in his dreams. Scott had enough to worry about, and Stiles didn’t want to add more stress to his best friend.

Both Stiles and Y/N were unsure what to expect when they figured out what was truly going on, but the two decided it was best to cooperate with each other until they could figure out why. The only thing they knew at this point was that the switch was triggered by sleep, the “why” aspect was still a mystery. They even laid out ground rules of things to do and things not to do, just to simplify their lives and make people less suspicious about their strange circumstances. They had agreed to leave messages on their phones, detailing their days so the other party was aware of what they missed.

Stiles had hoped to find out the name of the girl he had dreamt about since he returned from the realm of the Ghost Riders, but somehow she always seemed to avoid giving it. He didn’t want to ask her friends, not wanting to make her look strange around them. They never called her by her name either, always by cute nicknames. He learned a million other things about her, all things that somehow felt familiar to him.

Her favorite food. Her favorite color. Hell, he even learned little quirks about her, like that she enjoyed it when someone ran their hand through her hair.

He couldn’t fight the nagging feeling inside that he knew these already. But he enjoyed learning about them. He felt close to her, and whenever he thought about her, a smile would form on his face.

Y/N had always wondered why Stiles had forgotten her name. This was the same Stiles she knew for years. The same boy she gave herself to. The same boy she had fallen in love with as they spent their time together in Beacon Hills. She felt sadness wash over her whenever she thought about the last request she gave him: Please don’t forget about me. But she didn’t want to blame him.

Through her time in Stiles’ body, she learned bits about the supernatural world. She was given vague information from Scott, Lydia and Kira. She didn’t understand it fully, but knew that something had happened to him during the school year, and she assumed that was what contributed to his “amnesia” about her. But everything else about him was the same. He was exactly how she remembered him, and her heart swelled with happiness that she could be around him, even if they were apart.

A month passed, switching bodies at random. It held no schedule, switching whenever the universe felt it wanted to fuck with them. But they tried to make it work. That was all they could do. Stiles, deep down, just wished he could find out the thing he wanted the most.

Stiles sat on the bank of the lake in Y/N’s body, watching Nia and Camile splashing around in the shallow water. He smiled at how happy the girls were, working on the blue braided cord he worked on every time he was in her body. It was something she enjoyed doing in her spare time, and he thought of the red bracelet he wore that she had left him. He wasn’t the best at braiding the cord, but he was getting better through the messages she left him.

Camile and Nia jogged over, laughing loudly as they collapsed next to him. Nia watching him making the bracelet, shoving the shoulder of the girl he was resided in. “You’re making those again? Who is this one for?”

Stiles stared at the bracelet in his hand, sighing. He wasn’t even sure why he worked so hard on it. Part of him hoped that it would be his gift to the girl with no name, as a way to apologize for forgetting her. He knew it hurt her, even if she didn’t say anything.

He also wished, deep down, that it would bring them closer together.

“I don’t know,” he whispered, the girls looking confused. “A friend, I guess.”

Camile smiled, nudging his side. “Is it for Stiiiiiles?” Stiles looked at her, trying to figure out what she meant. “If you ever go back to visit him, you could give it to him. As a sign of your looooooove.”

Stiles’ breath hitched, looking down at the bracelet. The girl with no name loved him?

Nia fell back, staring up at the sky. “Be nice, C. Maybe she just wants it to be because they have been friends for so long and she

misses him.”

Stiles sighed, putting the braided material in the bag he had. He stared off across the lake at the sunset, relaxing with the two girls.

Nia looked at her friends, smiling sadly. “Enjoy this one while we can, guys. Might be the last sunset for a little. I’ve heard a storm is headed this way. A town to the west got hit a few nights ago. I guess it was so bad that no one has been able to reach them since they were hit.”

Camile looked at Nia, mouth agape. “No way! Which town?”

“Trenton, I guess. I hope it’s died down since then. We don’t need a bad storm.”

Stiles stiffened slightly. The last time he had heard anything about a bad storm was when the Ghost Riders were trying to take Beacon Hills. But the Ghost Riders were gone, so he should have nothing to fear anymore.

They sat in silence for a while longer, the light beginning to disappear. Both Nia and Camile turned to him, staring at him.

“Hey babe,” Camile started. Stiles looked over at her, seeing her sad eyes. “You’re not yourself. Something’s different.”

Nia nodded, looking at them. “It’s because of him. Because of Stiles. He remembers you, right?”

Stiles jerked awake abruptly, looking around his bedroom at the band posters on the wall and the police board in the corner. He sat up slowly, feeling something wet on his cheeks. His fingers skimmed his skin, feeling the tears leaking from his eyes.

“Tears? But why. Why am I crying?” He asked himself, falling back on his bed. “Was that even real? Or was that an actual dream this time?”

His phone lit up beside him, Stiles groaning. “What did that girl do now? I know you did something.”

He grabbed the phone, looking at the text from Lydia.

[10:22 AM - Scream Queen: Hey Stiles. Hope you didn’t forget about our date! Meet me at the park near the high school in a half hour!]

Stiles reread the text, his eyes widening. “What the hell?! A date with Lydia? Lydia Martin? Holy shit.”

He rolled off the bed with a loud thud, struggling to untangle from the blankets so he could get ready.

He rushed from the house minutes later, breaking every speed limit he could to arrive on time. Lydia was sitting on a park bench when he arrived, wearing a short, white floral dress and some wedges. Stiles smiled to himself, admiring the banshee momentarily. But part of him felt wrong about going on a date with her.

Lydia stood from the bench when Stiles approached her, grinning at him. “I almost thought you stood me up. I would have had to hunt your ass down. Nobody stands up THE Lydia Martin.”

Stiles chuckled lowly, Lydia grabbing his hand in hers. She led him through the park, chatting about random things that Stiles wasn’t sure he really knew about. He wasn’t entirely sure what he was doing or where they were going until he looked up at the familiar ice skating rink.

He turned to Lydia, seeing the smile on her face. “This is…” he trailed off, seeing her nod.

“The same ice skating rink from our sophomore year. We agreed this would be a good place to go since we have memories here already. Remember?”

Stiles felt his lips tug at the thought, remembering the time he paid for the keys from Boyd. His heart swelled with sadness, remembering the lost friends over the years. Lydia squeezed his hand reassuringly, seeing him nod slowly, tugging him into the building.

Y/N sat in her room, perched on the ledge of her window. She watched the trees rustle violently outside in the wind, a storm hovering around their small town for the last twenty-four hours. She sighed loudly, leaning her head against the rattling glass.

“They are probably on their date right about now. I hope he enjoys himself. Lydia is a nice girl. Not like she was before I moved.” She sighed, closing her eyes. “As long as he is happy, that’s all that matters, right?”

She carefully reached for her bag on the floor to find the book she was reading, digging around in the contents aimlessly. Her fingers brushed something odd, her eyes narrowing at the bag. Her fingers wrapped around the object, pulling it out into the light.

She stared at the blue braided cord Stiles always worked on when he was inside of her, neatly tied off on the end in completion. She smiled to herself, wrapping the bracelet around her wrist until it was snug on her skin. Her eyes focused on it, her fingers twirling it around her wrist slowly.

Small droplets of water hit her hand, Y/N was slightly shocked. She slid off the window sill, rushing to her mirror, glancing at her reflection with wide eyes. Tears leaked down her cheeks, Y/N puzzled as to why. They started flowing without any reason, and she couldn’t stop no matter how much she tried.

“I...why? Why am I crying?”

She looked out the window from afar, seeing the wind dying down slightly. She took a deep breath, grabbed her bag and phone, skipping down the stairs quickly. Her house was quiet like always, driving the girl insane. She slid on her shoes, sending a quick text to Camile and Nia, letting them know she was coming over. With her bag slung over her shoulder, she bolted out the door down the street, ignoring the faint sound of cracking thunder and lightning in the distance that was approaching town.

Stiles walked silently down the road with Lydia, pondering the odd feeling he was having. He enjoyed his time with the strawberry blonde, but he felt an empty pit in his stomach. Like he knew that something wasn’t right.

That Lydia shouldn’t be the one he was on a date with.

He cleared his throat, running a hand through his hair, trying to act casual. “So, do you want to get something to eat or something? There is this nice cafe about a block from the school we can try.”

Lydia shook her head, hugging her purse close. “We should probably call it a day, Stiles.” Stiles opened his mouth to protest, Lydia stopping him by placing her neatly manicured finger to his lips. “It’s fine. I had a great time today. Just… You’re like a different person today. Like you’re thinking about someone else.” She backed away, staring up at him. “Who would have thought that Stiles Stilinski, the spazz that used to love Lydia Martin, had a crush on another girl.”

Lydia turned on her heel, giving Stiles a small wave as she left. Stiles stared at the ground, trudging his way towards Roscoe, pondering her words. He hated to admit that she was right. But the entire day, he couldn’t focus on the fact that he was out with his childhood crush. He was thinking about the girl he craved to know the name of. Was he really crushing on someone he couldn’t call by name?

The drive home was silent, Stiles collapsing on his bed once he arrived in his room. He didn’t bother to kick off his shoes or remove his flannel. He just stared at his ceiling, processing everything that had happened, pondering on what his true feelings were. Before he knew what was happening, his eyes drooped, falling into a deep sleep.

Stiles’ eyes cracked open, feeling his body swaying gently. He let out a groan as the sun his his eyes, groggily looking around him. He was sitting on a boat in the middle of the lake, recognizing the town the girl lived in, in the distance. He blinked, trying to figure out what was going on, looking down at his attire. His plaid shirt was unbuttoned and wide open, his chest in full view, and he was clad in red swim trunks. His brow knit together, wrinkles on his forehead.

Why was he here?

He heard splashes from the water, seeing her climbing onto the boat, pushing her hair back so it was out of her face. His eyes widened, mouth falling open at her appearance. She was only wearing a tight red bikini, her breasts plump and juicy. The back rode up her ass slightly, but she didn’t seem to care, nor was Stiles arguing at her appearance. He was in heaven, staring at the most gorgeous girl he had ever seen.

She looked over at him, giggling slightly.

“Stiles, baby. You gotta close your mouth or flies are gonna get in.”

She walked over with a sultry strut, leaning forward in front of him. Her breasts threatened to spill out of the bikini top, making Stiles’ mouth water. Her fingers brushed against his chin, pushing it up slightly to close his mouth. “There. No flies today.”

Stiles was at a loss for words. He felt his cock jump in his shorts, shuffling in his seat slightly. She giggled again at his shifty movements, carefully straddling his waist. Stiles’ breath hitched, losing all of the oxygen in his lungs. “W-What are you doing, baby?”

She leaned in, her lips brushing against his softly. “Giving you what you want. You want this, right Stiles? You want me, don’t you?”

He didn’t answer, leaning his head up to meet her lips with his. She hummed against him, his head tilting to envelop her lips completely. His hands gripped at her waist, tugging her closer, his kiss growing rougher and more demanding by the second. They shared hot, opened mouth kisses constantly, Stiles dominating each one whenever their lips met. Her hands wound around his neck, pressing her lips against his tightly, both moaning at the contact.

Stiles licked at her lips, feeling her part her lips just enough so his tongue could sneak inside. Her tongue met his, the wet appendages wrestling for dominance of the kiss. Stiles grinned at their playfulness, his hand slipping under her bikini top to fondle her breast. Feeling his warm hand around her caused her to lose concentration, Stiles immediately dominating the kiss. His tongue traced the insides of her mouth, memorizing the feeling.

She pulled away abruptly, leaving Stiles stunned. She just smiled, leaning back as he pulled at the string tied around her neck. The front of her bikini fell, her breasts fully exposed for him to see. Stiles couldn’t help but stare, admiring the perky breasts in front of him.

“What are you waiting for baby?” She said, slightly mockingly. “I want you to suck them.”

Stiles glanced up at her, nodding slightly when he leant forward, his lips wrapping around her nipple. She mewled happily, hands threading through his hair. He kissed her nipple gently, occasionally sucking it between his lips when he pulled away. His tongue darted out, flicking the hardened peak with the tip, swirling it around the bud. His hand groped her other breast tightly, massaging it between his fingers. His fingertips brushed against her soft skin, tweaking the bud between them. He would tug at both nipples simultaneously, giving them harsh pulls of the lips and fingers. She just moaned happily, tugging at his hair.

“Fuck, Stiles. I love when you play with my titties. Your fingers and mouth are the best.” She grabbed his hand when he swapped breasts, kissing at the other one equally as much. She shoved his hand between her legs, his fingers dipping into the waistband of her bikini bottoms. Stiles grunted against her breast, looking up at her while he sucked red marks along her skin. “Finger me, baby. Please.”

He wordlessly complied once again, two fingers struggling their way into her tight pussy. The angle wasn’t best to finger her, her clothed pussy pressing against his pelvis while he had his hand in her bottoms, but he made it work. She was tight because of their position, his fingers thrusting slow and deep into her. His lips and tongue continued to lap at her nipples, maximizing the amount of pleasure that was flowing through her veins.

He pulled away from her chest, moving to lay her on the seat on the deck, his fingers speeding up their thrusts. She moaned loudly, her voice echoing through the air. Stiles grinned at her noises, curling his fingers to brush her g-spot repeatedly, her body shaking every time he touched it. His thumb pressed against her clit, rubbing against it roughly whenever his fingers moved forward.

Her head fell back on the cushion seat Stiles awoke on, a hand tangled in her hair. “Fuck, Stiles. I’m going to cum soon. Go faster.”

“Whatever you want, princess,” Stiles muttered, his fingers speeding up. He added a third finger, hearing her scream when he stretched her open further, his fingers burying deep inside her until his knuckles touched her folds. Her back arched high off the seat, head pressing against the seat hard. “You like this? You like when I fuck you with my fingers?” Stiles asked, biting his lip when he heard the dirty words slip off his tongue. She nodded profusely, panting wildly. Her walls contracted, Stiles tugging his fingers out as soon as they did.

Her eyes snapped open, looking at the sarcastic boy. He was licking his fingers clean before he leaned over her, placing a hard kiss to her lips. She tasted herself on his lips and tongue, moaning into the sensual kiss they shared. She struggled to push him away, sitting up and pressing against him. She nearly ripped open the swim trunks he was wearing, Stiles lifting his hips so they could push the material down to his ankles. She straddled his waist, pushing the bikini bottoms aside when he aligned with her pussy. He groaned loudly as she slid down on him, his cock burying itself hilt deep in her pussy. She stilled momentarily, feeling his hardened cock pulsed against her walls. She rolled her hips against him, Stiles holding her waist.

“You’re so tight, baby,” he muttered, leaning back as much as he could on the cushions. He watched her shift against him, his cock emerging from her pussy already soaked in her juices before disappearing back into her. “Fuck, that is hot to watch.”

She grinned, tilting his head up to look at her in the eyes, staring deep into his brown orbs. She mumbled something he couldn’t hear, locking her lips with his. His eyes slid closed, groaning into the kiss when she shifted onto her knees more, bouncing faster on his cock. They shared sloppy kisses, Stiles relishing in the sensation of her tight pussy clinging around him, feeling her bounce quickly on his lap.

He pulled away to look at her again, trailing his eyes down her body. Her breasts jiggled as she bounced on his cock, nipples still as perky as they were before. Her back arched forward just enough to have contact with him. Her toes curled into the air, obviously enjoying the feeling she had. Her body shook occasionally, and Stiles presumed it was a wave of desire that ran through her body, tightening the knot in her core.

Stiles held her waist again, his feet planting firmly on the deck of the boat. His hips jerked up to meet her in perfect harmony, her head falling back as she screamed his name. “Fuck Stiles! Right there baby! I’m going to cum so hard.”

Stiles grunted, slamming his cock up into her whenever her hips came down on his. “Fuck. Me too, baby. Cum with me.”

She nodded, Stiles carefully using one hand to rub her clit, pressing hard circles into it. Her screaming filled the air around them. Her body convulsing from the stimulation on her clit and rough pounding from his cock. Her body exploded, the knot unraveling quickly when he thrust into her again. Her juices splattered her walls around his cock, coating the length of his shaft completely. Stiles groaned, feeling the warmth increase, walls constricting around him. Strings of hot, white cum shot from his tip inside of her, mixing with the juices that leaked from her core. They moaned together, Stiles feeling her arms wrap around his neck tightly. He gently thrust up into her, prolonging their orgasms. When they finally relaxed, she placed a soft kiss to his lips, his cock softening inside of her.

“Stiles,” she whispered, pulling back to look at him. “Do you remember my name?”

Stiles opened his mouth to answer, no words coming out of it. She smiled sadly at him, running a hand through his hair. “Do you remember me?”

Stiles thumped to the floor, having rolled off the bed in his sleep. He groaned, looking around at his bedroom walls. “Great. Now I‘m having sex dreams about her.” He looked down at his jeans, seeing the tent in the material. “And I have an erection. Just lovely.”

He laid there for a minute, remembering the vivid dream he had. It felt so real, yet was obviously nothing more than a fantasy.

“But why was I fantasizing about her?” he asked himself, looking at the red bracelet on his wrist. “Maybe… Lydia was right. Maybe I am crushing on her.”

He stumbled to his feet, digging through his desk drawer. His fingers picked up the small paper, a phone number written on it. He stared at the numbers, remembering when she told him she left him her number. He was always too scared to call her, unsure what to say when he couldn’t remember her name. He had vowed to call her when he remembered it, but he couldn’t wait any longer. He yanked his phone from his pocket, almost dropping it in the process, and typed in the number on the paper. It rang once… twice…

 “The number you are trying to call is not available or has been turned off…”

 ...But… the sensation that I’ve lost something lingers for a long time after I wake up.

[bamby0304]

She Howls I: Awaken

Summary: There’s nothing extraordinary about Angela’s life… until she joins her brother and best friend for a walk in the woods at the dead of night. After getting bitten by a mysterious beast, things begin to drastically change. Now she can do things she’s never been able to do before. But with the change comes complications, like hunters, monsters and a whole lot of secrets…

Chapter Two: A Not-So-Normal Normal Day

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Warnings: None

Bamby

"Are you sure you should be here?" Scott asked as we got off our bikes.

Rolling my eyes, I looked over at him as we chained our bikes to the rack. "You're just as hurt as I am."

Shaking his head, he reached forward to shift my black cardigan so it covered the bandage on my shoulder. "I'm the brother. I'm supposed to be protective."

"And I'm the oldest. I'm supposed to be the boss." I countered, grabbing my bag off the ground, but before I could put it over my shoulder, he took it from me. Sighing, I gave him a knowing look. "Scott-"

"Just… let me carry it until class starts. I don't want you hurting yourself…" When I continued to give him a pointed look he added, "Any more. I don't want you hurting yourself any more."

"Fine." Shaking my head, I walked around him and the bike rack. "But I hope you realise it looks weird, having my brother carry my things for me."

He just grinned as he followed me. "I don't know if you've noticed, but you already look weird, hanging out with your brother and his best friend."

Speaking of which.

My pace picked up a little as I spotted Stiles waiting by a bench under a tree at the front of the school. "Hey." I smiled as I reached him.

He turned to us, excitement gleaming in his eyes. "Okay, let's see this thing."

Rolling my eyes while still smiling, I shifted my cardigan to show him the bandage.

"Ooh!" Reaching forward, he brushed the bandage ever so slightly. "Does it hurt?"

"What do you think, Stilinski?"

Scott came over to stop beside me then. Stiles didn't even give him a chance to speak before giving him an expectant glance. Knowing what his best friend wanted, Scott lifted his shirt to show his own bandage.

"Whoa!" Stiles' face scrunched up slightly.

"It was too dark to see much, but I'm pretty sure it was a wolf." Scott explained as he put his shirt back down.

"A wolf bit you?" Stiles didn't sound too sure.

As we started to head for the main entrance, I spoke up. "I already told him that there are no wolves in California."

"You were there. You heard it too." Scott argued as we came to a stop.

He was right, I was there, I heard it. But just because it sounded like a wolf, doesn't mean it was one.

Stiles moved to stand next to me and face my brother. "Dude, she's right. There are no wolves in California." He shrugged. "Haven't been for like, sixty years."

"All right, well…" Scott oved on, not bothering to argue, "if you don't believe that then you're definitely not going to believe that we found the body."

Jumping slightly, Stiles' face lit up. "Are you kidding me?"

"No, man, I wish." Scott scoffed lightly. "I'm gonna have nightmares for a month."

"Try a life time." I shuddered, remembering the moment vividly… "If I ever sleep again, I'll be surprised."

"Oh, God, that is freakin' awesome." Stiles chuckled, unable to hide his excitement. "I mean, this is seriously gonna be the best thing that's happened to this town since…" He trailed off, spotting a certain someone walking towards the school. "Since the birth of Lydia Martin."

Lydia Martin, the 'It' girl of our school. Even though she was only a sophomore, she was still more popular than anyone in any grade. She was like royalty… and Stiles was completely and absolutely in love with her, and had been for most of his life.

I didn't really blame him, she was gorgeous. With strawberry blonde locks that were always perfectly styled. Skin that looked like it had been airbrushed to erase any marks or blemishes. She even had green eyes- which wasn't a common colour you see these days- that made her even more stunning.

Though that was just surface stuff. Despite the fact that she didn't know who we were, I was well aware of the fact that she could be kind and smart. Just because she was popular didn't mean she was one dimensional. She could be an interesting character when her guard was let down.

As she walked passed us, Stiles tried to get her attention- a task he tried and failed to accomplish each and every day. "Hey, Lydia, you look…" When she just continued to walk by, he sighed. "Like you're gonna ignore me."

Laughing lightly, I gave his shoulder a pat. "I'm sure she'll notice you someday, Stiles."

"You're the cause of this, you know." Stiles looked from Scott, to me and then back. "Draggin' me down to your nerd depths. I'm a nerd by association."

"I would just like to point out that out of all of us, the least nerdy one is Scott." I noted as.

"So, you're the one dragging me down." Stiles gestured to himself and my brother. "You're dragging us both down."

"What can I say. It gets lonely in a nerd's world." Grinning, I reached for my bag- which sat on Scott's shoulder- just as the bell rang. "See you guys later?"

"Not if we see you first." Stiles responded as he raised his fist.

I gave it a quick bump with my own before turning to Scott as he raised his fist as well, and gave it a bump too. Then, I spilt off and headed to my own class as they headed off to theirs.

Classes were usually boring for me. I didn't have any friends in my own grade, so I basically just sat there, did my work and then moved to the next period. The day went by pretty fast considering I kept myself busy with actually doing my work.

Once classes were finished and the last bell rang, I headed for my brother's locker, knowing he'd be there putting his stuff away before heading to the boys' locker room to get ready for lacrosse practice.

As I rounded the corner and headed for his locker, I noticed him staring at something across the hall. Following his gaze, I found myself looking at a girl.

She was pretty, tall, lean and all perfect skin. Dark waves falling around her, pretty pink lips pulled into a smile as she talked to Lydia. A pair of dimples sat on the corners of her mouth, which made her look friendly and welcoming.

Reaching Scott's locker at the same time as Stiles, I spoke up. "Someone wanna tell me who the new girl is, and how she's already hanging out with Lydia?"

"That's Allison Argent." Stiles answered as he leaned against the lockers to look towards the two girls. "And she's hot, so she's naturally drawn to Lydia because beautiful people herd together."

Shrugging, I looked over my shoulder to glance at the girls just as Jackson Whittemore stopped by Lydia.

Where she was the 'It' girl, Jackson was the 'It' guy. The king and queen of the school. But unlike Lydia, I wasn't sure if he knew how to be anything other than an ass who knows exactly how blessed he is to look as impeccable as he does.

His jawline alone looked like it had been carved out of stone. His hair was styled to the same degree as male a model's. Then there were his eyes, a blue that could either look like a peaceful sky, or cold and unforgiving ice. He was built too, more than Scott. But that's too be expected when it comes to the lacrosse captain.

As I watched the three of them standing there- a distance away I might add- I found that I could hear their conversation despite how far away they stood…

Lydia pulled away from the kiss she'd just shared with Jackson, and turned to Allison "So, this weekend, there's a party."

"A party?" Allison asked, though I could tell she was only feigning interest.

"Yeah." Jackson nodded. "Friday night. You should come."

"Uh… I can't. Its family night this Friday." Allison explained. "Thanks for asking."

"You sure? I mean, everyone's going after the scrimmage." Jackson noted.

Before I could listen to the rest of the conversation I was pulled out as Stiles slapped my arm.

"Ow!" I turned to glare at him, bringing my hand up to my arm… right where the bandage was.

His eyes went wide as if only just remembering about my wound, and realising what he'd just done. "I am so sorry. It's just… you and your brother were pretty zoned out." He noted, gesturing to Scott over his shoulder.

I looked to my brother, seeing him still watching the group down the hall. There was a gleam in his eyes. I'd never seen the look on him before, but I'd seen it on Stiles… every time he'd ever looked at Lydia.

Well, this is surprising…

Part of me was happy that my brother seemed interested in a girl, but I was also worried. If she was friends with Lydia, I wasn't sure Scott would ever get on her radar and the last thing I wanted was for him to be pining over a girl.

I sat on the bleachers on the field, waiting for Scott and Stiles to come out of the locker room with the rest of the team. I wasn't there for too long before they both showed up

"But if you play, I'll have no one to talk to on the bench." Stiles noted as he and my brother jogged passed the bleachers. "Are you really gonna do that to your best friend?"

I stood and walked down the few steps between me and the ground, before falling into step with both boys. "It's only practice right now, I can sit with you." I offered.

Nodding, Scott gestured to me. "There, you've got Angie to keep you company." Dumping his stuff by the bench, he then turned to Stiles. "I can't sit out again. My whole life is sitting on the sidelines. This season, I make first line."

I understood how he felt. My whole life had been spent on the sidelines as well, but that's to be expected when you have chronic asthma, and no friends your own age. Most of my living was done through Scott and Stiles… and there wasn't much living being done there either.

"Come on." I nudged Stiles' arm as I moved to sit on the bench while Scott headed onto the field.

Though he didn't get far before he paused and turned back, that dreamy look in his eyes again.

Turning, I looked over to where he was staring and found Allison and Lydia stepping onto the bleachers before taking a seat. Allison caught Scott's eye and actually gave him a kind smile. Hmm… maybe it's not a total lost cause? Maybe Scott has a chance?

"McCall!"

Both Scott and I jumped as we turned to Coach Bobby Finstock as he approached my brother.

The loud mouth coach and economics teacher was somewhat of a nuisance most of the time. He had no patience, instead he had a hard-driven determination to run a tight knit and winning team.

His dark hair sat atop of his head in an unkept mess, though it didn't look too bad when it was around an inch or so long. His eyes could be beady at times, in fact there were moments where it appeared they might actually bug out of his head.

He tossed the goalie stick to Scott. "You're in goal."

Scott's face fell. "I've never played."

"I know." Coach shrugged. "Scoring some shots will give the boys a confidence boost. It's a first day back thing." Reaching forward, he gave Scott's arm an encouraging pat. "Get them energized. Fire 'em up."

But the words of enthusiasm fell short on my brother who looked both disheartened and a little scared. "What about me?"

"Try not to take any in the face." Coach responded before giving Scott's face a gentle slap. With that he then turned around to face the rest of the team as they ran around on the felid warming up. "Let's go! Come on!"

"Oh no…" I sighed, watching Scott move into position. "This is not going to go down well."

"Uh, no. No." Stiles shook his head. "I don't believe so."

My eyes fell to the ground, not wanting to witness the mess that was about to unfold right before me. I loved my brother too much to see him fail so miserably.

It's not like I didn't have any confidence in him, it's just that I've seen enough to know where he limits were. I knew what he could and couldn't do, just like he knew what I was able to do. It's just something you pick up after spending sixteen years together.

A whistle was blown then, the sound so loud and high pitched it was painful. I groaned, raising my hands to my ears, covering them as the sound resonated around me, rattling my eardrums to the point of pain.

"Angie?" Stiles rested a worried hand on my shoulder. "You okay?"

Once the whistling stopped and the pain subsided, I gently nodded. "Yeah, I-I-I'm fine."

He looked from me, to the man who'd blown the whistle. "I know you've got sensitive hearing and all, but I didn't realise it was that bad."

"It's not. At least it isn't usually." I mumbled as my eyes betrayed me and looked over to my brother just as the first person took a shot.

Scott was distracted, groaning just as I had been moments ago. He didn't even see the ball head towards him. He didn't even have a chance to try and stop it before it his him right in the face-though luckily it was covered by the helmet, so there was no damage.

The team laughed and chuckled at him as he fell onto his back.

Stiles grunted next to me. We both wanted Scott to do good, but we both knew it was very unlikely, so seeing him out there was pretty painful for us… though not as painful as it was for Scott.

"Come on!" I cheered. "You can do this!"

Getting to his feet, Scott focused on the team, watching the next guy in line, waiting for him to move and take a shot.

Once the guy had the ball, he started running, heading off to the side a little, rounding the field as he focused on Scott and the goals. Then, as soon as he was close enough and felt like he had an opening, he tossed the ball as hard as he could.

Scott caught it effortlessly.

My jaw dropped. "Oh my, God."

Stiles jumped a little. "Yeah!" He sounded both surprised, impressed and excited.

The team themselves were gob smacked, coach as well. They just stood there for a moment, watching Scott with confusion and shock.

Then it was the next person's turn.

They did the same thing, running to the side slightly, watching Scott, getting ready to take a shot before taking it. But once again, Scott caught the ball.

"Whoa!" The sound slipped from Stiles' mouth without him realising it.

I jumped off the bench ever so slightly, pumping my fist into the air. "Yes!"

The rest of the students that were gathered on the bleachers behind us started cheering and applauding Scott as he caught ball, after ball, after ball. He didn't miss a single one.

I had no idea how this was happening, but I was feeling pretty proud of my brother at that moment.

But that didn't last long. Before the next person could step up to take their turn, Jackson pushed into first place, and he did not look very happy. In fact, he looked pissed.

Oh no…

Standing in line, he caught the ball as it was thrown to him. His eyes turned to Scott, watching with a glare that looked like it could kill. Then, he was off, running faster and harder than the rest of the team.

He got to the right spot, swung his stick back, and then threw the ball as hard as he could.

Yet Scott still managed to catch it.

"Yes!" I was suddenly on my feet.

Stiles was right next to me, whooping and cheering, punching the air. "That's my friend!"

Beaming widely, I jumped up and down. "That's my brother!" I cheered. "That's my brother!"

I had never been prouder of him than at that moment.

"Is Scott taking the night shift?" Dr Deaton asked as I carried a box of supplies into the back room where he was working.

I'd worked at the veterinary clinic for about three years now. The job was perfect. I loved helping, and I loved animals. Scott managed to get a job here not too long ago, which made working even better. When we had the chance to work the same shift, we always found a way to mess around and finish all the tasks we were required to do.

Deaton didn't mind if we had some fun. He was a pretty chill boss. I'd almost go as far as to say he was a friend of sorts. He was kind, understanding and very friendly.

His skin was the colour of milk chocolate, his eyes a brown just a few shades darker. I wasn't sure about his hair though… it was always shaved so I wasn't sure if it was brown or black, straight or curly. He wasn't short or tall. He wasn't lean, fat or skinny. He was pretty average. His smile was the least average thing about him. It was so warm and genuine, and never seized to make me feel better on a bad day.

"Yeah." I nodded, placing the box onto the metal table leaning against the brick wall. "He's out with Stiles right now, but the two of them should be done in time." I hope…

Scott and Stiles were out in the woods again, looking for both Scott's inhaler, and the body. I was more worried about them finding the inhaler though. If mum realised it was missing, she wasn't going to be happy…

"What happened to your shoulder?"

Jumping at the question, I turned to give him a small and nervous smile. "Huh?"

"Your shoulder." He gestured to the bandage peeking out from under my long cardigan. "What happened?"

"Oh, nothing." Shrugging softly, I reached up to tug my cardigan over so it covered the bandage. "I don't even remember."

"Would you like me to take a look?" He offered, taking a step closer.

Shaking my head, I pulled back. "No, it's fine." I assured him. "I should, uh… I should get back to work." Turning on my heels, I headed out of the room and towards the bathroom.

Closing and locking the door behind me, I moved over to the mirror as I slipped my cardigan off my shoulder before tugging my dark green shirt and nude bra strap away as well.

Wincing- out of fear more than pain- I slowly pealed the bandage away from my shoulder to take a look at the bite… only it wasn't there anymore. What the…?

There was a split second where I thought I was insane, but my mind quickly came up with a logical explanation. It had all been in my head. Being out in the woods when it was so dark and cold, while looking for a body and having just been caught in a stampede of deer caused me to hallucinate the attack.

That has to be it… right?

As I sat at my desk in my room I felt someone else's presence enter the room. I didn't have to look up to know it was Scott.

We had pretty similar rooms. All the furniture was the same, with a wooden bed, desk, bedside tables, dresser and bookshelf. Mum bought the furniture at a closing down store, so it was easier to just get two of the same things.

In his room, he had a desk to the left and a dresser to the right. Still on the right, there was a door that led to a wardrobe, and then the door to the bathroom between our rooms. He had a bookshelf- which was used for storing an assortment of thing, but not a lot of bed. A bedside table, double bed, and then another table. Above the bed was a window, and on the left wall, by the heater and a chair, was another window.

Entering my room, the door opened against the left wall, where the bathroom door sat. On the other side of the door was my desk. Then we had my heater, which also sat under a window, and then a bookshelf. My bed sat under another window as well, with two bedside table on each side. Then, on the last wall, I had an extra bookshelf, and the door to my wardrobe.

Our floors were hardwood, just like the rest of the house. While his walls were yellow, mine were a deep and musky shape of pink. One of our windows in each of our rooms looked out to woods, while the others looked in opposite directions of each other.

"You find the inhaler?" I asked, still not turning to him.

"Yeah, actually… Stiles and I ran into this guy and he had it."

Frowning, I looked away from my book and turned to him. "A guy?"

"Derek Hale."

"Hale?" My eyes went wide. "Wasn't there a fire at the Hale house six or so years ago? Like, most of them died… the rest left town."

He nodded. "Yeah… how'd you know that?"

"Curiosity." I shrugged, rolling my chair back so I could stand and move to my dresser. "How was work?"

"Fine… Allison came in. She'd ran over a dog. I fixed it up."

A smile slipped onto my lips as I pulled a pair of socks out of my drawer. "So, you were her hero?"

"I guess."

"Did she show her gratitude by giving you a kiss?" I teased.

He grabbed my jumper off my door handle and tossed it at me. "No." He answered, though I could hear the grin in his voice. "But she did say yes when I asked her out."

"Well look at you." Sitting on my bed to slip my socks on, I turned to smile at him. "Little brothers growing up and gettin' himself a date. It's almost too cute."

"Shut up." He rolled his eyes at me. There was a pause before his smile fell. "Hey… how's your shoulder?"

"Fine." I shrugged.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

The look on his face made me wonder if he'd checked his wound as well. But I was too tired to talk about it, and it was a little embarrassing to think we'd hallucinated the whole thing, so I just let the subject drop.

"Now if you'll excuse me." Standing, I moved over to stand a couple of feet in front of him and grab my door. "I'm gonna head off to bed now. See you in the morning?"

Nodding, he stepped back so he was in the hallway. "Night."

"Sweet dreams." I grinned at him teasingly before closing my door.

It was cold. It was too cold, and uncomfortable too. My bed felt harder than usual. Something tickled my cheek as I rested on my side, trying to get back to sleep, but it was too bright.

Opening my eyes, I went to roll onto my other side, but before I could move I froze. Instead of being in my room, I was lying in the dirt on the ground of the woods…

What the…?

Sitting up quickly, I found that I was under a tree. It was early, morning dew still coating the leave laying on the ground around me. My pyjamas were covered in dirt and leaves and twigs.

Scrambling to my feet, feeling my heart race as fear and uncertainty filled me, I looked around trying to figure out where I was, how I got there and how I was supposed to get home…

Bamby

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First Line Meme

Rules

List the first lines (or paragraphs) of your last 20 stories (or however many you have altogether).

See if there are any patterns.

Then, tag your favorite authors.

I was tagged by @banshee-cheekbones <3 (Thank you!)

 I know I tend to end fics in a similar manner, but I don’t know if I start them the same way too. Let’s find out. 

1.  Betty was the only one in the student lounge when Veronica waltzed in, dressed to the nines like always. Betty gave her a small smile before turning back to the textbook she had been reading. [Darling You’re My Best Friend (I Want To Ruin Our Friendship), Betty Cooper/Veronica Lodge, G]

2.  Cheryl Blossom was a force to be reckoned with. She was the queen bee who ruled Riverdale High with an iron fist. (A fist that shook quietly in fear of being dethroned and forgotten.) [My Candy Girl, Cheryl Blossom/Josie McCoy, G]

3.  It had been a long weekend for Allison. Her father had taken her to a hunters’ convention. She spent her time training, learning about new equipment and weapons, and advocating for supernatural rights. It was quite difficult to overcome years of supernatural bigotry, but as a proud member of the McCall pack, Allison needed to stand up for her friends in their absence. Besides, if anyone could convince hunters to change their ways, it would be Allison Argent. [Wrapped Up In Your Scent, Allison Argent/Malia Tate, G]

4.  “That will be $4.00,” Lauren told the boy as she packaged up the cupcake in a clear takeout box. “All proceeds go to the local LGBT youth center. Thank you. Have a great day.” [Kiss Me (Like You Wanna Be Loved), Lauren Cooper/Original Female Character, G]

5.  Neil sat at his desk, working through some math problems for his calc class on Monday, when he heard a few soft taps on his bedroom window. He looked up to see his blonde neighbor and not-boyfriend, Andrew Doe Walker, impatiently waiting outside the window. [Star Wars and Study Dates, Andrew Minyard/Neil Josten, T]

6.  Kira was definitely not the mist graceful person in the world. In fact, she was really clumsy. She had a habit of walking into furniture, accidentally knocking things off of tables, and tripping over her own two feet. [Tripping My Way Into Your Heart, Erica Reyes/Kira Yukimura, G]

7. It had been a devastating loss for Gryffindor. They had been the shoe-in for the championship, but it was all over when Slytherin caught the snitch, ending the game prematurely. At the time, Gryffindor had been behind by five points, so they ended up losing the match. All hopes for Gryffindor winning the Quidditch championship that year were gone. [With Flowers In Her Hair, Ginny Weasley/Luna Lovegood, G]

8.  Aaron never meant for this to happen. He never expected to lead a life of crime on the run, but he also never expected that he would kill a man – not that he felt guilty over that; the bastard deserved it. [Like Bonnie and Clyde, Aaron Minyard/Katelyn, T]

9.  After a few hours of blaring music and dodging drunk classmates, Alicia had finally had enough of this high school party. She started wandering the halls, looking for her brother, so she could let him know that she was going to head home for the night. [The Wolf in My Bed, Alicia Boyd/Cora Hale, G]

10.  It was movie night in the Boyd-Stewart residence. Alicia was getting the snacks ready while Tracy scrolled through the movie selections. [Horror Movies and Chill, Alicia Boyd/Tracy Stewart, T]

11.  Allison was at work when she got the text. Emergency. Meet at hospital. Just seeing those words flash across her screen was enough to make her heart stop. One of the benefits of working at your friend’s record shop is that all Allison had to do was show Boyd the text message and he let her leave early. She promised to keep him in the loop with everything going on. [Taco Emergency, Allison Argent/Malia Tate/Stiles Stilinski, G]

12.  Malia sighed as she watched Allison from her locker. She loved the way her eyes would sparkle and nose would scrunch up when she laughed. Scott must have told a funny joke, judging from Allison’s reaction. Malia wished she could be over there with them, but she knew that would never happen.[Beautiful People Herd Together, Allison Argent/Malia Tate, G]

13.  It had been quite a hectic year dealing with the darach and the alpha pack, so Derek decided to take the pack to Beacon County's only amusement park as a reward for everyone surviving. [A Ride Built For Three, Kira Yukimura/Lydia Martin/Vernon Boyd, G]

14.  This was the last time she would ever let Allison set her up on a blind date. Lydia knew that she meant well and only wanted to help her get over Jackson moving to London, but the guy Allison set her up with was a real piece of work. [Dating Disaster, Lydia Martin/Vernon Boyd, T]

15.  Lydia was trying to focus on Miss Blake’s lesson, but Aiden wouldn’t leave her alone. “Psst, Lydia,” he whispered trying to get her attention. “Lydia. Lydia, over here.” [Hallway Confessions, Lydia Martin/Vernon Boyd, G]

16.  Boyd never thought they'd make it this far. Being supernatural gave them an edge when it came to survival, but he still didn't think they'd last this long. Who would have thought that a banshee, a kitsune, and a werewolf would last two and a half year in the zombie apocalypse? At least they think it's two and a half years; after a while, days start to blend together. [Can We Keep Him?, Kira Yukimura/Lydia Martin/Vernon Boyd, G]

17.   It had been a rough night for the pack. They finally fought with the witch that has been causing problems in Beacon Hills. Unfortunately the fight didn't seem to go in the pack's favor. [Hold On To Me (I’m A Little Unsteady), Lydia Martin/Vernon Boyd, T]

18.  Boyd winced slightly as Scott stepped on his foot. [Only Want To Dance With You, Scott McCall/Vernon Boyd, G]

19.  “Why are you doing this to me?” Allison whined. [Frosting Kisses, Allison Argent/Malia Tate, G]

20.  Boyd didn’t have a lot of friends, but he was friends with Lydia Martin. Not a lot of people could say that. Sure, everyone in school knew her – she was the most popular girl in school after all, but Lydia always kept her guard up. No one, expect Boyd, actually knew the real her, only the image that she made for herself. [Melting the Ice Queen, Lydia Martin/Vernon Boyd, G]

Patterns: I don’t really know if there’s any patterns with my opening lines. I think they’re pretty diverse. Although I did notice that I tend to write the same ships over and over again and A LOT of femslash overall.

And I’m a little too tired to tag anyone right now, so I tag anyone else who wants to do this. <3

[deadgwen]

IT IS A HAPPY 17TH BIRTHDAY TO THE BEST GOAT

@fucshias  @jiilys  MY LOVE GOATY. MY MOST BEAUTIFUL GOAT. MY SUN. MY STARS. MY BEAUTIFUL HOOVED CREATURE OF GOD. I HAVE ARRIVED TO SAY SOME IMPORTANT THINGS BUT FIRSTLY I LOVE YOU I LOVE I LOVE YOU U R READING THIS POST RIGHT NOW DUE TO A VERY IMPORTANT REASON AND THIS IMPORTANT REASON IS THAT

*CHOKES BACK TEARS*

IT IS UR BIRTHDAY.

*SCREAMING*

OK OKI DOKI BEFORE I START: I AM NOT ACTUALLY HERE BUT DO NOT BE D I S E N H E AR T E N E D BC I JUST DONT HAVE WIFI BUT I PROMISE U SOMEWHERE OUT THERE I AM SULKING AND FIGHTING A WALL AND ALSO SETTING OFF FIREWORKS BC !!!!!!!!!!!!! ITS UR FUCKING DAY AND IM SORRY I COULD NOT WISH U BUT I LOVE U SO SO SO SO SO SO SO MUCH I AM HERE W/ U IN SPIRIT

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like,,,, HONESTLY u are so. fucking. great. WHERE DO I EVEN START. 

FIRST AND FOREMOST I WANNA SAY I AM SO FUCKING EXCITED FOR THIS FOR UR BDAY I LOVE YOU GOATY I AM SO PUMPED THAT UR SO OLD ITS RIDICULOUS @ ME FUCK OFF ALRIGHT BUT. JUST. I LOVE I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY U GOAT UR BEYOND INCREDIBLE

UR OFFICIALLY A DANCING QUEEN UR YOUNG AND SWEET. ONLY. *SMASHES OPEN MY WINDOW AT 12 MIDNIGHT* SEVENTEEEEEEEEEEEEEN

SO OH MY GOD. I AM CURRENTLY YELLING BECAUSE??????????? LIKE???????????????? YOU'RE SEVENTEEN??????? HOW DID WE EVEN COME TO THIS POINT ITS INSANE LIKE HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU SEVENTEEN WE'RE ALL JUST STILL TINY SMOLS WHERE ARE U GOING WHY ARE U GROWING OLDER STOP IT PLS ALRITE I DO NOT LIKE. MY PRECIOUS GOAT SUNSHINE WHO IS A PROFESSIONAL PAJAMA CONSULTANT A REAL SOLID BUSINESSWOMAN WHO DRIVES AND SHIT AND COULD PROBABLY RUN ME OVER AND IS 6'3 SO IF U WOULD SIT ON ME I WOULD MOST CERTAINLY DIE UR OFFICIALLY A DANCING QUEEN AND I AM CRYING

but in all seriousness I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU i am FOREVER AND EVER glad that i met u LIKE I FUCKIN HATE U GODMDAN FUCKIBG GOAT MAKING ME REBLOG THIGNS FUCK YUO FUCK O FF but like????? apart from that UR FUCKING BEYOND FABULOUS and i have decided to compile a list of reasons why u are unbelievably great and have earned ur title of being a dancing queen/brilliant goat/actual love of my life. bc u are excellent. AND IT MUST BE WRITTEN OUT HERE SOMEWHERE THAT I LOVE YOU. 

OK OK OK SO HERE WE GO BINCHES. PREPARE URSELF. THIS IS GONNA BE SUPER LENGTHY BECAUSE I LOVE YOU A LOT AND I AM GONNA DO A 'ON THE JELLICOE ROAD' WORTHY REVIEW OF U BUT LIKE A SHITTIER VERSION SO U BETTER FUNKIN BUCKLE UP BITCH

LEZGO:

IS OBVIOSULY FABULOUS

IS A REAL LIFE GIRAFFE 

WE ARE BLESSED TO HAVE ONE ROAM OUT OF CAPTIVITY LIKE............. WE ARE STRONGLY BLESSED

I CANNOT STRESS ENOUGH

CLAIMS TO HAVE 'barely any leg but a huge torso' and interpret this how u want bUT i just wanna say u r the most fucked up giraffe ever ok what the fuck WHO HURT YOU

apparently dis binch owns a bunny AND NEVER TOLD ME SHE DID

owns a problematic rabbit bc it pees everywhere

said problematic rabbit likes to pee everywhere so much its ridiculous it has no respect for the value of items of modern society and thus in my opinion should be sent to COURT

@ rabbit U NASTY OK PLS GET UR PRIORITIES SORTED???? THIS HAS BEEN A MOTHERFUCKING PSA THANK U (CAROLINE I AM TRUSTING YOU TO SHOW THIS ON UR PHONE TO THE GODDAMN BUNNY I NEED IT TO KNOW)

is 100% excellent at looking after drunk people ALRITE literally THIS WOMAN IS A SAINT who has saved REAL LIVES tbh where would that poor child from your old intermediate be if u hadn't SAVED HIS ENTIRE LIFE from all that tequila he would DEAD thats fuKCIN RIGHT U DESERVE ALL THE MEDALS A TRUE HERO AMONG NEW ZEALANDERS. A NATIONAL ICON. SO BRAVE I AM SO PROUD I LOVE YOU ALWAYS

AND ALSO PULLING DRUNK MAKING OUT PEOPLE OFF EACH OTHER I JUST WANT U TO KNOW THAT UR EFFORTS ARE SO VERY RECOGNIZED BECAUSE ONE TIME I DID THAT AND I GOT PUNCHED IN THE THROAT I THOUGHT I DIED BECAUSE I SAW JESUS BUT IT WASNT ACTUALLY JESUS IT WAS JUST A POSTER TAPED TO A FRIDGE I WAS SCAMMED

her own mum has called the police on her and was 100% ready for some quality fun family jailtime

ALSO ONE TIME GOATY ACCIDENTALLY FUCKED UP SOMEONES REAR MIRROR AND THE VICTIMS OF THE INCIDENT DID NOT GIVE HALF A FUCK HOWEVER, HER MOTHER GOATY REPORTED SEVERAL FUCKS TO THE POLICE AND FILED AN ACCIDENT REPORT AND THAT WAS THE DAY MY GOATY BECAME A DARK CRIMINAL

*OMINOUS MUSIC*

I AM STILL WAITING FOR THE DAY I WALK MY BUTT INTO COURT AGAINST UR MUM COVERED HEAD TO ASS IN $3 PLASTIC BRACELETS BACKED BY UR UNEXPECTEDLY KLEPTOMANIAC SISTER AND A BASKET OF STOLEN WOMANS DAYS AND ALONG WITH BLING BLING JIMMY WE WILL RESTORE THE RIGHTEOUSNESS AND LACK OF CONSCIENCE ON THIS LOVELY EARTH

ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ENOUGHT ABOUT UR MUM LIKE ACTUALLY ALL UR FAMILY MEMBERS ARE DIFFERENT LEVELS OF WILD AND..... I AM AFRAID

OK OK IT MUST BE SAID CAROLINE HAS THE MOST AMAIZNG VOICE ????? EVER

like i love her voice sm SO FUCKING MUCH I TELL U i have never heard anything like it and i want caroline to like read me books for hours AND HOURS AND NARRATE MY WHOLE ENTIRE LIFE because i love how unusually deep and shadowy her voice sounds like deep flowing river water or smth like i LOVE IT SO MUCH it. Is.So. Strange BUT I LOVE IT IT IS THE COOLEST GODDAMN THING THROW A BUCKET AT ME I LOVE YOU

HAS A VIDEO OF HERSELF DOING THE ICE BUCKET CHALLENGE AND I KNOW I HAVE PRAISED IT FOR TWO YEARS IN A ROW ALREADY LIKE @ ME PLZ CHILL BUT i will not i will NEVER it is solid entertainment a+++ QUALITY I AM LAUGHIGN IM LAUGHING I AM LAUGHING FOREVER those beautiful hops of pain across ur backyard ARE THE LAST THINGS I WANT TO SEE BEFORE GOD TAKES ME FROM THIS EARTH

WRONGFULLY FRAMED ME FOR HAVING SHIT DICK TENDENCIES AND THEN YELLED AT ME AND CALLED ME A GARAGE WHAT A BINCH I AM IN LOVE

loves yellow flowers AND ALL THE FLOWERS AND HEAVY ROSES AND IS A FULL OUT FLOWER HOE

IS DESPICABLE TEEN WOLF GARBAGE LIKE.... ive been scrolling through our fanmails AND MY HEART HUR T S G O A T Y hOld mE we were sO Y O U N  G and like no lie i shit u not 80% oF THE FUCKING MESSAGES ARE U YELLING 'STYDIA IS GONNA HAPPEN THIS SEASON' AND 'OH MY GOD DID U SEE THAT STYDIA SCENE' AND DECLARATIONS OF LOVE FOR LYDIA MARTIN AND THE OTHER 20% IS U ASKIN ME IF IVE SEEN THE NEW TEEN WOLF I LOVE IT I LOVE YOU I AM SORRY TEEN WOLF KEEPS DISAPPOINTING US BOTH BUT STDYIA IS. DEFINIETELY. GONNA. HAPPEN. THIS. SEASON. IT HAS TO OR I WILL FUKIN FITE ALRIGHT GIVE US STYDIA OR GIVE US DEATH I LOVE UR TEEN WOLF LOVIBG ASS

anyway caroline is an utterly excellent person

if u were an ncea paper i would grade u with excellence

*FINGER GUNS*

like ?????deals with my stupid yelling ALL THE TIME

whenever i had a problem and went to my goaty she was so very understanding and patient AND DID NOT CALL ME A DUMBASS WHEN I DESERVED TO BE DECKED

TOLD ME THE TRU DEFINTION OF THE PHRASE 'SHOT'

TWO YEARS OF UTTER CONFUSION. ERASED FROM MY LIFE. PERMANENTLY.

MY SKIN?? CLEARED . MY FUTURE BILLS ??? PAID MY HUSBAND MARRIED MY STATUE FOR CAROLINE FULLY ERECTED

ok but like i can never say this enough goaty IS SO NICE TO TALK TO PLETAHE TALK TO ME FORVER SHE IS FABULOUS??? it blows my mind constantly that someone this incredible and special walks along this earth NONE OF US DESERVE THE GOAT

also ???? WHAT IN THE FUCK HOW HAVE I NOT MENTIONED THIS YET CAROLINE IS THE BEST WRITER I HAVE EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE SHE IS SO TALENTED EVERY TIME I READ ONE OF HER FICS I END UP THINKING ABOUT IT AFTERWARDS FOR 958495894 YEARS ALRIGHT THEY FUCK ME UP THEY WAY SHE HANDLES WORDS FUCKS ME UP HOW CAN YOUT TAKE FUCKING LETTERS AND THEN SHOVE THEM UP MY ASS LIKE THIS I AM NOT ALRIGHT I AM NOT ALRIGHT I AM NOT ALRIGHT I am Not Strong Enough For This

i am not even kidding ok THE WAY U HANDLE WORDS IS IN.FUCKING.CREDIBLE whenever u use them its like?? u turned them into something precious and all your writing have this feel to it like as if im holding a delicate bouqet of a thousand yellow flowers like im holding a butterfly in my hands like im holding a box of eggs and i am scared shitless to drop it bC MY DAD WILL PERSONALLY CRUCIFY ME

I AM AWFUL AT DESCRIPTIONS BUT I HOPE U SEE WHAT I MEAN. LIKE. IT IS SO *SCREAMS* MINBLOWING DECK ME WITH ALL UR WORDS EVER

I AM ONE HUNDRED FUCKING PERCENT NEVER OKAY WITH ANYTHING YOU WRITE IT HURTS SO GOOD AND I LOVE IT

ok ok this hoe right here has written THREE fics with a dedication for me at the beginning and like.............. ..... do u ever just cri

i have 'the glorious everywhere' printed out and FUCKING PINNED TO MY WALL WHERE I CAN SEE IT FROM ALL CORNERS OF MY ROOM ALWAYS back in my apartment in russia like it is legitimately the best thing. i love everything about this piece it should be adapted into a novel or a short film like PULL SOME FIFTY SHADES OF GREY SHIT W/ IT OK the imagery and REALNESS of this fic gets to me all the time and im crying im crying im crying I ABSOLUTELY ADORE IT PLS @ CAROLINE WHY ARE U SO TALENT

ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT LOOK AT THIS BULLSHIT FUCKIG I THINK ABOUT THIS FIC EVERY SINGLE DAY WHEN I WAKE UP FUCKING LOOK ' You see her hair dripping down her head and spinning out over the seats in the back and lighting them on fire. You see her pale skin and electric veins as she puts her hand out the window and tries to catch the sky and stuff it up her sleeve. You hear her voice, “Just drive James, you’ll know where we’re going when we get there.”  

REALLY I AM NOT FUCKIGN Okay CALL AN AMBULANCE CALL IT NOW I AM UNWELL I AM SICK I AM DYING FUK ME RITE UP

i am fully convinced this is the greatest thing thats ever been written.like. How. the. FUCK. tbh i want this paragraph ENTIRELY TATTOOED ON MY ASS I AM ZCRYING @ CAROLINE YOU HAVE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL BRAIN AND I AM SO VERY GLAD THAT IT EXISTS

i will not go into depth abt yelling about ur fics bc tbh i think u Know but I JUST WANNA SAY 'oh darling i have coloured blood (that i stole from you)' is the most iconic piece of literature to this day ever the and i zcri all the time because you are a goddamn bloody genius and you shine in colours beyond my comprehension and i love you so so so incredibly much

MY LOVE IS SO FUCKING TALENTED I AM YELLING I AM YELLING I AM YELLING

DOESN'T EAT FRIED SPERM

writes the BEST emails in history

UR SO LOVELY U GIVE ME SO MANY BEAUTIFUL SPELLING ERRORS FOR ME TO WHOLEHEARTEDLY ENJOY I AM GIGGLING *GIGGLES* IT BRINGS ME SO MUCH JOY WHEN U FUCK THINGS UP

tbh it is how fried chair came to life like it was actually in one of your first fanmails to me u said that two years ago and to this day it remains the Most Iconic Thing Ever

STRONG SUPPORTER OF WEETBIX

LOVES WEETBIX

FOUGHT TIGERS AND LIONS FOR HER FAMILY AND WAS SAVED BY WEETBIX AND WEETBIX ALONE 

ACTUALLY HAD A THING CALLED ‘WEETBIX DISCOURSE’ ON HER BLOG LIKE IT WAS ACTUALLY A THING THAT HAPPENED A REAL THING THAT OCCURED AND WAS PASSIONATELY ARGUED ABOUT AND I HAVE SEEN THINGS THAT CANNOT BE UNSEEN

RIGHTFULLY SO BC WEETBIX >>>>> JONAH GRIGGS I AM SORRY IT IS THE RULES

FUCK THE H8RS

like ??? is hilarious af QUEEN OF HUMOUR AND MAKING ME SNORT MY GODDAMN CHOCLATE MILK LIKE CAN U NOT BE SO EXCEPTIONAL U HO HAVE SOME CONSIDERATION U LIL BITCH but YES a++ top notch QUALITY storytelling skills in both fic writing and tequila struggles I APPRECIATE IT TO DEATH

ok ok ok also the most beautiful person ever??? LIKE ???????????????? BITCH WHAT THE FUCK ??????????????????????????????????????????????? WHO ALLOWED U

THE MOST PERFECT HAIR. ur hair is like waves of a golden ocean cascading from ur hEAD AND IT IS SO MAGICALLY FITTING B/C U R AN ETHEREAL BEING AND THE FACT THAT U HAVE AN ENTIRE WILD SEA RAGING ON UR HEAD JUST PROVES TO ME THAT U ARE A GOD AMONG MORTALS. UR HAIR IS SO PRETTY OK OK OKAY FUCK ME UP. STRAIGHT UP GORGEOUS. SO SOFT TOO AND SO SHINY AND IT FITS U SO WELL I AM FOREVER SCREAMING

THE MOST ANGEL FACE. GOATYS FACE LOOKS LIKE GOD OR WHOEVER THE FUCK WAS RESPONSIBLE CARVED IT OUT OF ROSE PETALS AND MARBLE LIKE. IT. IS. TRULY. THE MOST GORGEOUS THING ur face is softer than clouds tbh AND UR SMILE SAVES MY LIFE ITS BRIGHTER THAN THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE CONDENSED AND SOMETIMES WHEN I SEE UR SELFIES I HAVE TO GO GET LASER EYE SURGERY BECAUSE I HAVE BEEN B L I N D E D

U R SO UNCONSIDERATE TO MY FRAGILE HEALTH HOW DARE YOU

SO. GODDAMN GORGEOUS SLAY MY ENTIRE LIFE I BEG U ID PAY U TO SIT ON ME WITH UR HUGE BONES AND SLOWLY CRUSH ME INTO AN ENDLESS DEATH I HAVE $4 LEFT OVER FROM MY LIFE SAVINGS DO IT BAE

has the best taste in music omg WHAT A BLESSING WE LIKE THE SAME SONGS AND IT ACTUALLY KIND OF SCARES ME B/C IT FEELS LIKE WE ARE THE SAME PERSON AND THIS DOES NOT HELP MY CONSTANT STATE OF EXISTENTIAL CRISIS

HAS THE BEST TASTE IN BOOKS and adores skam as much as i do AND LOVES CHRIS/EVA AS MUCH AS IDO AND WROTE A FIC FOR THEM AND THE SNIPPET FROM IT ????? MY SOUL. GONE.

so tol and will never stop accusing me of being smol but listen up aight. imma FUCK YOU UP. REAL GOOD. ONE DAY. WHEN I CAN AFFORD TO BUY A LADDER. UNTIL THEN SLEEP WITH ONE EYE OPEN BINCH BC I AM COMING TO GET U

and is also the smartiest smart to ever smart LOOK AT MY U GO WITH UR EXCELLENCE ENDORSEMENT when i buy that ladder I WILL CLIMB IT AND HOVER AROUND UR HEAD LOTS SO I CAN ABSORB UR POWERS AND ALSO BREATHE THE FRESH AIR UP THERE WHICH IS NOT AVAILABLE TO GROUNDED PEASANTS SUCH AS ME

AND IS THE BEST COOKIE THE LOVE OF MY LIFE LIKE IF THIS ISNT ENOUGH TO CONVINCE ANYONE THAT CAROLINE IS BEYOND EXCEPTIONAL FOR OUR GALAXY THEN THEY CAN FUCK OFF PLS OK

like honestly,,, MY LOVE I COULD GO ON FOR YEARS AND YEARS AND CENTURIES UNTIL MY TEETH FALL OUT AND I GROW SENILE WITH MY LOVE BUT THE POINT OF THIS HOT STEAMING LAME MESS IS THAT I LOVE YOU TO BLOODY PIECES UR SO F U C K I N G INCREDIBLE I AM SO GLAD I MET YOU AND THAT YOU TAlk TO ME AND WE EMAIL EACH OTHER AND I AM BLESSED THAT YOU EVEN THINK OF ME AND THAT FREID CHAIR LOVES ME AND THAT U R MY GOAT BC UR MY ONLY GOAT AND UR THE BEST ONE THERE IS NO SHADE @ ALL OTHER GOATS BUT LIKE. IM SORRY I CANNOT TELL A LIE

IT IS THE COLD HARD TRUTH. 

and like??? i did a /search/deadgwen ON @jiilys BC I WANTED TO LOOK AT ALL OUR OLD STUFFS FROM 2015 and I Regret it I Regret it So Much theres a selfie from like when i was 14 and an idiot still on Ur blog and I look like an actual tragedy I Want to Die  we have known each other for so long its RIDICULOUS UR STILL AS AMAZING AS U WERE BACK THEN AND I AM MORE OR LESS CURED OF MY CONDITION OF BEING AN EMBARASSING DIPSHIT AND ITS CRAZY HOW MUCH YOUNGER WE WERE THEN LIKE UM WTF BUT UR STILL AS BEAUTIFUL AND 9384930X TIMES MORE AND I STILL LOVE U BC UR PERFECT AS EVER AND THAT IS WHAT MATTERS

NOW. I WAS GONNA MAKE YOU A PRESENT LIKE I REALLY DID BAE I TRIED SO MUCH SHIT ITS HORRIBLE BC LIKE ??? I WANTED TO MAKE YOU A PRESENTATION ON UR GOAT SUPERIORTY LIKE I DID LAST YEAR EXCEPT Like i am a fucking asshole™(COPYRIGHT JONAH GRIGGS THE MAN TEH MYTH THE LEGEND) who cannot do shit FOR SHIT it turned out so Awful and i cANNOT GRAPHIC BABE I TRIED TO MAKE YOU THIS EDIT AND THEN I REALIZED IT WAS Bad AND FOUGHT MYSELF FOR SIX HOURS AND I CANNOT WRITE AND YOU DESERVE ALL THE GIFTS EVER BUT I AM TRULY AWFUL

*ZCRIES*

I KNOW IM  LAME AND MY ONLY TALENT IS YELLING FOR HOURS ON END I WISH I COULD HAVE MADE YOU SOMETHING REALLY COOL BC ITS UR SEVENTEETH AND 17 IS THE BEST NUMBER AND UR LOVELY AND I LOVE YOU SO PLEASE FORGIVE ME BAE FOR BEING AN ACTUAL GARAGE ASSHOLE (COPYRIGHT JONAH GRIGGS THE EXPERIENCE) SHIT DICK 100% TERRIBLE DICKFLUTE OKAY I LOVE YOU AND I CAN NEVER IMAGINE WHAT I WOULD BE WITHOUT YOU IN MY LIFE AND I HOPE YOU HAVE A REALLY REALLY REALLY GOOD YEAR LIKE FUCK SHIT UP BAE UR GONNA BE IN YEAR 13 ITS ALL GONNA BE SO AWFUL AND WE WILL ALL DIE aND WERE SO O L D JESUS CHRIST IF HEART ATTACKS DONT TAKE US OUT NCEA LEVEL 3 WILL BUT I HOPE THIS WILL BE A SUPER GOOD YEAR FOR U IN REGARDS OF EVERYTHING BECAUSE U DESERVE IT U DESERVE IT U DESERVE IT I HOPE THINGS WILL LEAD UP TO U GETTING THAT APARTMENT IN NEW YORK AND ALL THE HIGH HEELS THAT U WILL WEAR AND ALL THE YELLOW FLOWERS THAT U WILL BUY AND UR CAREER AS A LIFECHANGING LITERARY GENIUS OK OK I LOVE YOU HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABE

ok ok ok but. 

ONE MORE THING.

LISTEN.

THE FUCKING

*CLECNHES JAW*

REBLOG FIASCO

*FLINGS MY ASS INTO THE SUN*

WHEN IT IS GOOD AND DAYLIGHT. U HAVE UNTIL THEN. LIKE I KNOW THIS IS UR BIRTHDAY WISH AND I LOVE YOU BUT FUCK OFF HWO COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME I FUCKING TRUSTED YOU I FUCKING FUCK JUST FUCK YOU FUCKING DICK i will RIOT 

OKAY BABE ITS MIDNIGHT AND ILL BE UP IN ABOUT SIX HOURS AND LIKE. ANYTHING. ANYTHING ELSE FOR UR BIRTHDAY WISH OK BABE IM GONNA FUCKING DIE THIS IS IT THIS THE END I WILL GO DOWN SWEARING PROFUSELY WITH A HIGH BLOOD PRESSURE AND U WILL BE WATCHING AND LAUGHI G ANF @OFFICALTALL FUCK YU FUCKDUCKUD CUDCKUD DNUSJNDJF FUCK U @GOATY FUCK. UFCN WHERE IS UR HOOF WHY ARE U NOT FEELIN THE TEMPERATURE ITS EBOLA ITS GOATBOLA I WONT MAKE IT UNTIL DAWN I WONT SEE THE SUNLIGHT GOATY I CANT *FAKE CRYING SOUNDS* I WILL DIE. IT WILL HAPPEN. AND I WANT IT TO BE KNOWN THAT U ARE THE BITCH THAT KILLED ME. *MORE FAKE ZCRYING SOUNDS* I MUST SEND MESSAGES TO ALL MY DEAREST KIND FRIENDS WHO HAVE NEVER FUCKED ME LIKE THIS ALRIGHT *FAKE COUGHING* TELL THEM THAT I *MORE FAKE COUGHOGN* LOVE THEM *THROWS KETCHUP PACKET EVERYWHERE WHILE UR NOT LOOKING AND BUSY BEING WORRIED ABOUT MY HEALTH* AND I WILL REMEMBER THEM EVEN IN DEATH

ANYWAY HERE IS MY WILL:

WHAT U GET:

nothing

u get nothing

bINCH

zero. zip. nada

0 potato 4 u

U CAN HAVE THE SALT FROM MY KITCHEN SO U WILL BE PERPETUALLY REMINDED OF MY LAST EMOTIONS TOWARDS THIS LIFE

maybe like the one half a potato that was randomly in my drIVEWAY THAT ONE TIME 

M A Y B E

WHAT GOOD KIND LOVING FRIENDS, SUCH AS MILS AND FRIED CHAIR AND ELLIE AND OTHER ASSORTED PEOPLES WHICH I SHALL ADDRESS IN CLAUSE 4.20 OF THE TERMS AND CONDITIONS OF MY WILL, GET:

actually mils is a hoe and can choke but u r the evil here rn aND FOR THE PURPOSES OF THIS ARGUMENT WE WILL PRETEND THAT I LIKE MILS

ANYWAY. REALLY GOOD THINGS I OWN

I HAVE SOME SOCKS I DONT WANT U GUYS CAN HAVE THEM

AND LIKE

MY DUVET

SEE GOATY THESE ARE THE KIND OF HEART TOUCHING POST DEATH GIFTS U MISS OUT ON WHEN U MURDER ME IN COLD BLOOD

ALSO NO TOUCHING MY MANGOES THAT I BOUGHT TWO DAYS AGO BECAUSE I STILL WANT TO EAT THEM AND IF ANYONE EVEN BREATHES IN THEIR GENERAL DIRECTION I WILL BEAT THEM UNCONSCIOUS WITH A TELEPHONE THIS IS A T H R E A T

I HOPE UR TAKING NOTES AND I HOPE U FEEL GOOD ABOUT BEING A 6′3 KILLER BECAUSE UR AN ASSHOLE ™LIKE UR ASSHOLIER™ THAN THE REAL ASSHOLE THAT IS JONAH GRIGGS™ THE LABEL™ (COPYRIGHT JONAH GRIGGS™ THE ANT MURDERING HOT PIECE OF ASS™) BUT I WILL DIE FOR U MY GOAT *strokes ur pretty face* BC IT IS UR BIRTHDAY WISH FOR ME TO SUFFER AND I LOVE YOU AND I WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR U THEREFORE . DESPITE THIS SICKNESS *FLAILS* I. WILL. BE. BRAVE. I WILL REBLOG THOSE TWENTY POSTS I WILL FLATLINE BY THE THIRD POST AND MY BLOOD WILL BE ON UR HANDS *CAREFULLY ARRANGES MY STUNT GOAT IN POSITION* AND I WILL BE YELLING CURSES AT YOU IN THE TAGS BUT I WILL DIE IN THE NAME OF HONOUR I WILL GO DOWN AS A GOAT NEVER HAS BEFORE 

BUT LIKE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE YOU AND I I LOVE YOU AND I LOVE YOU AND I LOVE YOU AND I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU SO SO SO SO SO SO SO MUCH YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY FANTASTIC I AM SO HAPPY U EXIST. HAVE THE BOMBEST ASS 17TH BIRTHDAY BABE I HOPE UR PARTY IS LIT AND HAVE FUN GETTING DRUNK AND HAVING ALL THE BANTS AND LAFFS AND ALSO I WILL SEND U THE AWAITED EMAIL IN A FEW HOURS WHEN MY INTERENT IS BACK ON  BECAUSE IT IS A CONTINUATION OF THIS BULLSHIT WITH SOME STRUCTURED DISCUSSION AKA WHAT THE FUCK DO U HAVE AGAINST SMIRNOFF ICE how is it not HARDCORE enough for u IT IS LITERALLY FLAVOURED VODKA DOES IT NOT KNOCK OUT UR 6′3 ASS OR WHAT EXCUSE ME 

ANYWAY IN CONCLUSION.

HAPPY. SEVENTEENTH. BIRTHDAY. MY. CHUM.

*BLOWS U A KISS*

*PUTS ON TWO FÜR COATS TO REMAIN UNDETECTED* 

*STEALS ALL UR WEETBIX AND RUNS AWAY TO ALASKA NEVER TO BE SEEN AGAIN*

*still replies ur emails tho cuz i love u bitch y u do dis to me*

[rongasm]

i'm so proud of lydia this season LIKE OMG ACTUAL ICE QUEEN??? she's been so selfless and i actually cried at the scene where she said " i don't care about being safe" LIKE ALL SHE CARES ABOUT IS SAVING STILES AND EVERYONE HAS TOLD HER THAT ITS IMPOSSIBLE AND SHE WOULD RISK GETTING TAKEN TO SEE HER BOO!!!! AND IT KILLS ME EVEN MORE THAT STILES DOESNT KNOW THIS LIKE HE DOESNT KNOW THAT SHE CANT GET TAKEN AND THAT SHE'LL BE LEFT BEHIND AKA ALL OF FUCKING SEASON 4 i'm so done with this show😭😭

YAAAAAAS QUEEN SLAAAY

[ao3feed-stydia]

there's no place like home for the holidays

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2GnEPpX

by elizaham8957

In all honesty, Lydia hadn’t been trying to be a bitch.

She knows she sometimes has the tendency to get a little stone cold and unsympathetic— her nickname “ice queen” in high school was probably well deserved— but this time, it genuinely is an accident. And it’s really all because of finals, because if she didn’t have six tests and four final projects all in the next two weeks, she probably would be considerably more organized and wouldn’t have resorted to last-minute laundry. Lydia is normally not a last minute laundry type of girl. She’s the type of girl who always has her homework done early, projects completed well in advance, tests mapped out and study guides neatly written up the week before. That’s how she’d been for all of her undergrad, but the work for grad school, in addition to the research she’s conducting in the labs outside of class, is finally starting to hit her hard right before finals week.

Words: 3040, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Lydia Martin, Allison and Scott are also here briefly

Relationships: Lydia Martin/Stiles Stilinski

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Human AU, no supernatural, Everyone Is Alive, meet cute, ...i guess, Neighbors AU, Laundry, i cannot believe that is an actual tag i just wrote what

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2GnEPpX

[tuseriesdetv]

Noticias de series de la semana: FOX recorta 'Lucifer' a última hora

Lucifer acaba antes

Por exigencias de programación y aunque FOX le concedió veintidós, la actual temporada de Lucifer tendrá los dieciocho episodios que, según su creador, fueron pensados originalmente. Los cuatro restantes, con una historia cerrada y muy concreta, se emitirán durante la tercera temporada, que podría tener entre veintidós y veintiséis capítulos. Lucifer vuelve el 1 de mayo con sus últimos cinco episodios y tendrá el final pensado desde el principio. [Fuente]

¿Solo tres temporadas más con Cookie Lyon?

Taraji P. Henson no quiere continuar muchos años más interpretando a Cookie. Comenta en una entrevista a Variety que los guionistas fuerzan sus emociones hasta tal punto que acaba muerta al final de la temporada y debe alejarse del personaje lo máximo posible. Cuando consigan la sindicación, dice, será el momento de abandonar. [Fuente]

La falsa renovación de Fleabag

La semana pasada, RadioTimes anunciaba la renovación de Fleabag por una segunda temporada según la mismísima Phoebe Waller-Bridge. Esta semana, la creadora y protagonista desmentía la información a Digital Spy. [Fuente]

Renovaciones de series

Comedy Central ha renovado Detroiters por una segunda temporada

Hulu ha renovado Shut Eye por una segunda temporada

CBS ha renovado The Big Bang Theory por una undécima y duodécima temporada

CBS ha renovado Blue Bloods por una octava temporada

CBS ha renovado Bull por una segunda temporada

CBS ha renovado Hawaii Five-0 por una octava temporada

CBS ha renovado Kevin Can Wait por una segunda temporada

CBS ha renovado Life in Pieces por una tercera temporada

CBS ha renovado MacGyver por una segunda temporada

CBS ha renovado Madam Secretary por una cuarta temporada

CBS ha renovado Man with a Plan por una segunda temporada

CBS ha renovado Mom por una quinta temporada

CBS ha renovado NCIS: LA por una novena temporada

CBS ha renovado NCIS: New Orleans por una cuarta temporada

CBS ha renovado Scorpion por una cuarta temporada

CBS ha renovado Superior Donuts por una segunda temporada

Univision ha renovado El Chapo por una segunda y tercera temporada

Cancelaciones de series

Cinemax ha cancelado The Knick tras su segunda temporada

Incorporaciones y fichajes de series

Penélope Cruz interpretará a Donatella Versace en la tercera temporada de American Crime Story, sobre el asesinato de su hermano Gianni.

Ashley Judd (Divergent, Heat) se une como regular a la segunda temporada de Berlin Station. Será BB Yates, nueva jefa de estación. Brandon Spink (Batman v. Superman: Dawn of Justice) será recurrente como Noah, hijo de Robert Kirsch (Leland Orser).

Peter Sarsgaard (The Slap, The Killing) será Martin Schmidt, analista de la CIA, en The Looming Tower.

Adrien Brody (The Pianist, The Grand Budapest Hotel) se une a la cuarta temporada de Peaky Blinders interpretando a un personaje pensado para él. Se desconocen detalles.

Jon Kortajarena se une como recurrente a Quantico. Será Felix Cordova, operativo político.

John Cho (Sleepy Hollow, Selfie) será recurrente en la tercera temporada de Difficult People como Todd, ejecutivo de publicidad y nuevo novio de Billy (Billy Eichner).

Daniel Sharman (Teen Wolf, The Originals) se une como regular a la tercera temporada de Fear The Walking Dead.

Eliza Dushku (Dollhouse, Buffy) participará en tres episodios de Bull con posibilidad de convertirse en regular en la segunda temporada. Será J.P. Nunnelly, la presidenta de una firma de abogados.

Chris Messina (The Mindy Project, The Newsroom) será Richard Willis, detective de Kansas City, en Sharp Objects. Taylor John Smith (American Crime) será John Keene, hermano de una de las niñas asesinadas, y Matt Craven (Resurrection) será Vickery, el jefe de policía del pequeño pueblo de Wind Gap.

John Leguizamo (Bloodline, Ice Age) será el agente de la ATF Robert Rodriguez, enviado a recoger pruebas y construir un caso federal sobre los davidianos, en Waco.

Anne Dudek (Mad Men, House) será recurrente en la tercera temporada de The Flash en el misterioso papel de Tracy Brand.

Raney Branch (The Originals) se une como recurrente a la cuarta temporada de Being Mary Jane. Será Aaliyah Luckett, nueva relaciones públicas asociada de la cadena.

Falk Hentschel (Legends of Tomorrow) se une como recurrente a The Alienist. Será Biff Ellison, un gángster corrupto que dirige burdeles y bares ilegales.

Olivia Sandoval será recurrente en la tercera temporada de Fargo como Winnie Lopez, agente de policía de St. Cloud.

Natalia Cordova-Buckley (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.) será recurrente como Julia Ramos, abogada experta en el negocio de la droga, en la quinta temporada de Bates Motel.

Adam Busch (Buffy, Colony) será recurrente en Altered Carbon como Mickey, un brillante técnico informático de la policía de Bay City.

El actor y rapero Jahking Guillory se une como recurrente a The Chi.

Kate Bosworth (21, Superman Returns), Sarah Wayne Callies (Prison Break, The Walking Dead), Jason Ritter (Parenthood), Jeremy Sisto (Suburgatory, Law & Order), Noel Fisher (Shameless), Michael Kelly (House of Cards, Taboo), Patrick Schwarzenegger (Scream Queens), Jon Beavers (The Fresh Beat Band), Jorge Diaz (Jane the Virgin, East Los High), E.J. Bonilla (Unforgettable), Ian Quinlan (Gotham) y Darius Homayoun (Tyrant) protagonizarán The Long Road Home, basada en el libro de la corresponsal jefe de ABC News Martha Raddatz sobre el Black Sunday de 2004 en Irak, en National Geographic.

Timothy Spall (Harry Potter) protagonizará el episodio "The Commuter" en Electric Dreams. Será un empleado de una estación de tren en la que varios pasajeros diarios están tomando el tren hacia un pueblo que no debería existir. Al investigar, se encuentra con una realidad alternativa que le fuerza a enfrentarse a sus propias penurias familiares. Le acompañan Rebecca Manley (This Is England), Tuppence Middleton (Sense8), Anne Reid (Last Tango in Halifax), Hayley Squires (I, Daniel Blake), Tom Brooke (Preacher), Anthony Boyle, Rudi Dharmalingam, Marko Leht, Matthew Raymond y Naveed Khan.

Daveed Diggs (Black-ish), Laura Dern (Big Little Lies), Ray Liotta (Shades of Blue), Andrea Martin (Difficult People) y Maya Rudolph (Saturday Night Live) tendrán cameos en la tercera temporada de Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt.

Dennis Boutsikaris (Better Call Saul, Billions) y Aaron Poole (Incorporated, Copper) serán recurrentes en Salvation como Malcolm Croft, profesor y mentor de Liam (Charlie Rowe) en el MIT, y Lazlo, un amigo de la niñez de Darius Tanz (Santiago Cabrera) y su jefe de seguridad.

Lydia Wilson (Ripper Street, Star Trek: Beyond, About Time) protagonizará Requiem junto a Joel Fry (Game of Thrones, Plebs) y James Frecheville (The Drop). Completan el reparto Claire Rushbrook (My Mad Fat Diary), Tara Fitzgerald (Game of Thrones), Richard Harrington (Poldark), Joanna Scanlan (No Offence) y Brendan Coyle (Downton Abbey).

Sarah Parish (Atlantis, Broadchurch) protagonizará Bancroft junto a Faye Marsay (Game of Thrones; Love, Nina) y Linus Roache (Vikings, Law & Order). Completan el cast Amara Karan (The Night Of, Lucky Man), Adrian Edmondson (War & Peace), Art Malik (Borgia, Cold Feet), Kenneth Cranham (Maleficent, In the Flesh), Adam Long (Happy Valley), Lee Boardman (The Five, Da Vinci's Demons) y Steve Evets (One of Us, Rev.).

Rebecca Henderson será Judy Clarke, la abogada defensora del Unabomber, en Manhunt: The Unabomber, antes conocida como Manifesto.

Pósters de series

Nuevas series

History Channel desarrolla The Commanders, antologías de entre cuatro y diez episodios que contarán cada año los momentos más importantes de los mandatos de los Presidentes de Estados Unidos. Ya se está trabajando con conocidas biografías de Clinton, Reagan, Roosevelt, Madison y Jefferson para las primeras temporadas. La cadena también se encuentra desarrollando limited series independientes centradas en Washington, Lincoln y Eisenhower.

BBC emitirá Collateral, miniserie de cuatro episodios creada por David Hare (The Hours, The Reader), protagonizada por Carey Mulligan (Suffragette, Drive), dirigida por SJ Clarkson (Love, Nina) y descrita vagamente como un análisis actual del país que se desarrolla durante cuatro días.

Bad Robot, la productora de J.J. Abrams, está preparando una dramedia sobre la vida de RuPaul ambientada en los años ochenta en Nueva York.

Colin Farrell protagonizará la miniserie sobre Oliver North y el escándalo Irán-Contra dirigida por Yorgos Lanthimos (The Lobster) en Amazon.

go90 ha dado luz verde a Zac and Mia, adaptación de la novela de A.J. Betts (2013) sobre dos adolescentes que se conocen en un hospital. Protagonizarán el youtuber Kian Lawley (Before I Fall) y Anne Winters (Tyrant, The Fosters).

Vice Media comienza su andadura en el terreno de la ficción original (sus series tendrán episodios de diez minutos) con el pacto con la plataforma digital francesa Blackpills y la productora inglesa Pulse. Anuncian que adaptarán Spring Breakers, con los mismos productores pero sin la colaboración de la escritora y directora de la película. También emitirán:

Junior, escrita y dirigida por Zoe Cassavetes (Day Out of Days, Broken English), que trata la llegada a la madurez de los adolescentes de hoy criados por Instagram o Facebook.

Twiz and Tuck Bucket List, sobre dos amigos -uno transgénero y otro de género fluido- que recorren Estados Unidos con veinticinco cosas que hacer antes de sentar la cabeza.

Pillowtalk, creada por Mike Piscitelli y la actriz Rachael Taylor (Jessica Jones) y producida por Sharon Horgan (Catastrophe, Divorce), sobre un soltero (Patrick J. Adams, Suits) que intenta mantenerse firme ante un mundo en el que puede tener todo el sexo ocasional que quiera.

Playground, antes conocida como Killer's School y creada por Luc Besson (Taken, Nikita), sobre una adolescente que se une a una escuela de asesinos y descubre el misterio alrededor de la muerte de sus padres.

Pineapple, sobre una joven violada en una mina de carbón que solo acierta a decir la palabra "pineapple" y la investigación que lleva a cabo el sheriff del pueblo.

Tycoon, que sigue a alguien a quien ofrecen cinco millones de dólares a cambio de que otra persona tome todas sus decisiones durante un año.

Skinford, en la que un joven intenta desenterrar a una mujer inmortal con la intención de salvar a su padre.

All Wrong, con un treintañero desempleado y en la ruina que se lleva a casa a una cita de una noche que lo empeora todo.

A Girl Is a Gun, sobre tres mujeres que desaparecen y desatan una gran preocupación en Los Ángeles cuando en realidad están en un campamento entrenando para vengar la injusticia del sistema machista que humilla y explota a las mujeres.

La tercera temporada de Making a Scene, que parodia series o películas con la ayuda de James Franco.

La noruega Maniac (2015), de la que Netflix ya está haciendo un remake con Emma Stone y Jonah Hill.

Una serie creada, producida y protagonizada por el viner Logan Paul.

Una ficción de Bryan Singer (House, X-Men) de la que no se conocen detalles.

Fechas de series

Dimension 404 se estrena en Hulu el 4 de abril

El Chapo se estrena en Univision el 23 de abril

La segunda parte de la cuarta temporada de Being Mary Jane se estrena en BET el 18 de julio

Tráilers de series

Dimension 404

The Handmaid's Tale

Orphan Black - Temporada 5

Snowfall

Fargo - Temporada 3

Empire - Temporada 3

Claws

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Twin Peaks

[starcourtscream]

 lydia   can   be   especially   sassy   &    highly   selective   of   who   gets   close   enough   to   see   her   sweet   side,   which   absolutely   exists   ---   she’s   just   artful   when   it   comes   to   hiding   it.   she   can   seem   like   an   ice   queen   and   a   brat,   but   she’s   your   brat   &   her   love   is   so   infinite   and   fierce   that   she’d   DIE   for   you   without   a   question   or   second   thought. 

 if   lydia   martin   cares   about   you,   there   is   a   reason  &  you’re   stuck   with   her.   there’s   an   actual   badass   banshee   on   your   side   now,   consider   yourself   very   special.   even   if   you   don’t   care,   chances   are   you’ll   need   her   eventually   and   she   will   be   there   for   you   in   a   heartbeat   even   if   she   has   to   tear   an   interdimensional   rift   in   space   &   time.

[rongasm]

I wouldn't go as far as saying holland is the best actor on teen wolf but I love that she won a tca! Lydia is queen

ACTUAL ICE QUEEN LYDIA MARTIN 

*sobs quietly* 

[rongasm]

omg in one of your queues i thought it said "actual ice cream queen lydia martin" and i was like u know what okay she has gotten pretty sweet over the seasons mayb she can be mint choc chip

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