when *summer* camp island finally turned to fall and the seasons started to change for the first time in who knows how long and magic trickled back into the universe and everyone was wearing sweaters and susie and ramona finally got their porch swing and also all magic comes with frogs now… i cried
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I always thought aging baggage was about like, societally induced bullshit about what our bodies should do and look like that mostly couldn't touch me because 1. I find the "look like" side of things sexy and have been anticipating The Changes with great eagerness since I was a teen 2. unpacking attitudes around disability and what my body can do is another thing I've been doing on and off since I was a teen (even if More is not such an eager process)
what I didn't account for is the phenomenon of time??? moving faster and faster??? every year??? How terrifying it feels? To just not understand where 365 days went. For decades to disappear in a blur... it legitimately unsettles me!!
I have a bday coming up and I'm really trying to hold onto these contradictions. Half "Yesssss I'm heading into my sexiest years" half "but my 2018 birthday just happened. wtf"
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Falling Slowly
Chapter 38: Begin Again (The Final Chapter)
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Characters: Stiles + Lydia, Prada too.
Summary: As they sway side to side, Lydia’s heart tugs with love and memory. She leans into it, feels his whole body sigh into the contact, and she remembers.
She remembers the first time she asked Stiles to dance...
On a Wednesday, in August, Lydia was on her way to meet Stiles.
She remembers the lacy shadows of leaves sweeping past her windshield, the tawny hue of late solstice sunrays, and the intermittent rattle of cicadas as she drove the seasonably empty streets of Beacon Hills.
She also remembers that her junior year class schedule had arrived with the morning mail. Yet another telltale sign that summer vacation was nearly over.
She let that sink in...
Normally, the beginning of the school year was something to look forward to. There would be new books, new classes, new classmates. Every assignment, every test, every success would bring her another step closer to achieving her goals – graduating with honors, advancing to an ivy league college, and leaving small town life behind her, where it belonged.
But on that particular day, for the first time in as long as she could remember, Lydia was sad to see the summer come to an end.
True, it had been the strangest, most confusing one she could remember. But it was also the best summer of her life. Up until then, of course.
And it didn’t take a genius to figure out why. In fact, the reason could be summed up in one word. Stiles.
Read More: ao3 & fanfic
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