lydia tearing up bc she knows malia is in trouble... omg her concern for malia dying literally triggered her banshee powers. i’m ok.
STILES SNATCHED THAT KEY CARD TO GET LYDIA OUT OF THERE YAS
All of that fear and concern in Lydia’s voice for Malia…
▕✘The last thing he wanted was to make her uncomfortable. she had been struggling enough as is—she didn’t need his problems. he would have stepped away. would have kept his goddamn mouth shut and let her continue about her day peacefully. her words are laced with curiosity though, and he’s not sure if it’s honest or if it’s guilt-ridden, but regardless, his eyes brighten. ❛ uh, nothing really—i mean, obviously it’s something.something important. it’s my——OUR, old photo album. ❜ thin fingers awkwardly shift from his neck to the worn corner of the page. he’s glad that she’s asked him; hell, he’s glad she’s even in the same room as him. nervous gaze drops down to the page and hovers over the silver band wrapped around his ring finger before he fixates again on the photos. it would almost be laughable how little time sat between now and the date they were taken if between everything, the two of them weren’t so BROKEN.
SHROUDED by darkness, all that was left of her was a siege of repression. lydia was constantly in a fugue state, never ceasing to disassociate herself from her past life that the two shared and the squall that was now their relationship. the thought of looking at a memory album terrified her internalized denial. yet, she still couldn’t help but inquire about it due to her ALL-DEVOURING sense of curiosity. ❝ --------can i see? ❞ the strawberry blonde perused the book p e n s i v e l y, fingers lightly grazing the medley of photos. lydia harbored serious doubts but seeing the unequivocal proof with her own eyes put everything into perspective. with scant success, she attempted to conjure up any memories that correlated with the pictures. BLEARY eyes wandered over stiles’ face, her emotions raging in tumultuous waves. ❝ i’m sorry.... that i don’t remember all of this. ❞ a sharp breath was caught in her chest. ❝ i really wish that i did. ❞
i’m so mad that theo said that to malia but he wants her ass so bad i’m laughing
teen wolf doesn’t deserve scott literal angel too good for this earth mccall
can we talk about malia’s progression? even though stiles and her broke up she still wants to do whatever it takes to help him/his family, that says so much tbh. she’s being all mature and shit. I”M A PROUD MOMMY
malia :( and scott offering to be there for her :(((
oh my god lydia’s mom is literally broken i’m so UPSET FUCK
OH MY GOD HOLLAND LOOKS SO HOT IN THIS SHOWER SCENE I AM DECEASED
Happy birthday Aubrey Drake Graham (October 24, 1986.)
death doesn’t happen to you, lydia. It happens to everyone around you. | L. MARTIN aesthetic.
it’s the scent that hits her first, an invasive flood slipping beneath the skin, twisting nerves at the end until they’re frayed and broken. anxiety etched in her bones clawing at her insides, leaving her HOLLOWempty; so that only her demons are left howling in the space between her ribs. and then, a grip like a vice wrapping around her throat DENYING her lungs a taste of much needed oxygen. she is unhinged. a tangled mess of trembling limbs, drowning in a treacherous sea of emotion that is not her own. it’s cause for concern, her focus shifting from the task at hand to her companion instead. ❝What’s wrong with you Lydia? ❞
coping with being a banshee seemed to pervade every facet of her life, sometimes even becoming the utter bane of her existence. it was an encumbrance to everything from her social and academic career to her crippling mental health. lydia’s high spirit continued to dwindle... her once unyielding strength now EBBING away like a spring tide. suddenly transfixed with her question, she blinked owlishly in surprise. she was always impressed by malia’s sagacity. ❝ hm...? nothing, ❞ well, if you consider hallucinations and flashbacks that. countless DEATHS were weighing heavy on lydia’s withered soul, and so she suppressed it. ❝ ---------i mean, it’s nothing. ❞
( 💋 ; ly-martin )
( ❤ ) ——— “Not only will I tell you where I got these pumps, I will take you there so you can get a pair of your own if you’d like. I totally think you should pledge Kappa this year…I’ll make sure you get in.”
❝ how generous. ❞ lydia peered up at the blonde skeptically. ❝ ---------really? ❞ she always derived pleasure from the thought of becoming a bona fide elle woods, reveling in both her beauty AND brains, but she was somewhat dubious about joining and felt an ambivalence towards it. ❝ that’s certainly something to keep in mind. and how could i ever deny my new best friend? ❞