never tired of saying this

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56+ stydia

#56: “Are you flirting with me?”

“Just how many flannels do you have?” Lydia inquires as she toys with the new ring on her fingers, mesmerized by the way the diamond glistens in the stream of sunlight from the window blinds.

“Not enough apparently,” Stiles grunts as he feverishly scans through their closet. “Toss me a few pairs of boxers?”

Rolling her eyes good naturedly, she bends down to sift through the dresser before she comes up with a clump of green, red and blue flannel. She can’t help but stifle her laughter at Stiles’ predictability in clothing choices. This is her husband and she’ll never get tired of saying it, quirks and all.

Their wedding was something that Lydia once thought was only possible in blockbuster rom-coms. With her mother on her arm, she walked down the aisle in a ivory dress draped delicately in lace and her shoulders bare except with the long fishtail braid that fell over it. When she saw Scott at the end of the aisle, she smiled brightly at him as he let out a watery one towards her. But when she saw Stiles, her ruby tinted lips stretched into a beaming grin as he choked on his breath, his fingers counting at his sides as if to reassure himself that this future with Lydia was very imminent and very real. When they read their vows to each other over broken, relieved sobs and pressed their lips together for the first time as husband and wife, Lydia knows it has to be.

Their reception was crowded with mills of family, friends and colleagues, but Lydia had never felt so safe and intimate until Stiles tenderly grasped onto the small of her back, moving slightly to the music as he murmured how beautiful she was today and always and how much he loved her into the crook of her neck. And for the first time during the whole day, Lydia cried. She couldn’t, and still doesn’t fully believe, that she found someone who loves her so deeply, so openly despite the scars that mar her skin, or the ones that sear her throat.

Staring at the stone sitting snugly on the silver band on her finger, she reminisces like it was a lifetime ago, despite it happening less than 24 hours before. She’s only brought out of her reverie when Stiles circles his arms behind her.

“Unless you want me to go commando on our 10-hour flight to Italy, may I please have my underwear?” he teases, kissing her temple as he grabs the wad from her hand.

She snaps out of it, turning around to lightly pinch his hips as she pushes her sundress clad chest against his bare one. “What if I wanted you to go commando? You know, easy access and all.”

He freezes, stifling a low moan as her fingers delicately trail down his crotch. He’s instantly reminded of his prepubescent freshman days, when the slightest touch from her would render him horny and half hard. 

“Lydia Martin, are you flirting with me?”

She laughs against his collarbone before laving it with bruising kisses.

“First off, I’m your wife. Of course I’m flirting with you,” she says. “Additionally, that makes me Lydia Martin-Stilinski now.”

He groans, letting her fingers roam and pull at him below as he deftly works on the zipper of her dress. “Fuck, say that again-”

“Lydia Martin-Stilinski,” she enunciates against his ear, rubbing over his head quicker at each syllable.

He pulls the zipper down to its end, tugging the straps off her shoulder as he presses his lips to the tops of her breasts.

“Again,” he whines desperately. 

“My name is Lydia Stilinski-”

Her dress instantly pools around her feet in a white heap as Stiles grips onto her thighs, kissing her with an almost bruising force as he moves them towards the bed.

“Stiles!” she half-screeches, half-moans as he palms her bare breast in his hand. “We’re going to be late for our flight!”

“Fuck Italy,” he answers bluntly, trailing his lips down to her sternum and marking his steps along the way. “We’ll get a later flight if we have to. We’re going to kick off our honeymoon a bit early.”

She almost scolds him for being so reckless, but she’s reminded that she has time with Stiles now. They aren’t teenagers anymore; running and evading monsters in the woods of Beacon Hills. Now, they’re just two people with a connection strung together with a red string and, “the undeniable power of human love.”

The next words fall from her lips so easily, so innately that she finds herself counting her own fingers against his back.

“I love you so much,” she whispers like it's still a secret. “I’m so in love with you, Stiles.”

He pulls back from his scorching path and leans his chin against her stomach, looking at her with such reverence that the honey from his eyes practically drips onto her skin.

“I love you too, Lydia,” he murmurs onto her hip before kissing it. “Your flirting skills are getting better, by the way.”

She giggles as she threads her fingers through her hair. “Shut up and make missing our flight worth the while.”

(Hint: he does. In several different positions.)

I will never tire of nostalgia blind fans see the new Ducktales and say “Ugh whoever is playing Scrooge is seriously overdoing it with the accent. It’s so bad!”

Only to be told Scrooge McDuck is being played by an actual Scottish person in the Ducktales reboot.

The way the slink away is so satisfying.

Pumpkin pie puppy

❄️ The Hero and the Fairy ❄️ this piece has been a long time coming~ i originally posted the initial sketch back in December, in fact! so, if anybody still remembers that, and helped choose this piece’s direction - thank you! and i hope it turned out to your liking! and i also hope that everyone who is seeing it for the first time enjoys it as well! (-^   v ^-) i feel like this is they Otayuri piece i’ve been waiting to draw since the first time i saw episode 10. i’ll be posting the WIP shots for this in the next few days, so for anybody who enjoys those types of things, keep an eye out! (^   w ^) <3

Magnus’ character arc is so beautiful. “Magnus rushes in” goes from a symbol of how little he values his own life to one that shows the exact opposite.

In the end, he’s lived a long, happy life. The last time he rushes in, he’s telling the woman he loves more than anything in the world about the people who made him realize his own life’s value.

potential angst starters
  • “please don’t forget”
  • “you know you should have stayed”
  • “you’re cold on the inside”
  • “there’s a dog in your heart and it tells you to tear everything apart”
  • “you ruin everything you touch and destroy anyone you love”
  • “i know that you can’t hear me anymore”
  • “it’s so loud inside my head”
  • “i haven’t been all that you could have hoped for”
  • “if you held on a little longer, you would have more reasons to be proud”
  • “i talk to the shadows hoping you might be listening”
  • “how can i say this without breaking?”
  • “i loved and i lost you”
  • “i don’t want them to know the way i loved you”
  • “i don’t think they would accept me”
  • “your heart fits like a key”
  • “it’s so quiet here”
  • “you said that you weren’t alone”
  • “you still owe me a reason”
  • “i act like i don’t fucking care”
  • “maybe you’re too good for me”
  • “lately colors seem so bright”
  • “i can’t admit that you’ve got all the strings and know how to tug them”
  • “losing you was something i always did so well”
  • “i don’t do anything anymore”
  • “sorry, i nearly lost my head”
  • “this feeling i dread, it makes me wish i was dead”
  • “i’ll be alone instead, i don’t need anyone in this bed”
  • “i come home on my own”
  • “i don’t care if i don’t look pretty”
  • “big girls cry when their hearts are breaking”
  • “i’m in pain”
  • “she gives me toothaches just from kissing me”
  • “i didn’t care much how long i lived”
  • “heaven and hell were words to me”
  • “i need to feel your hands upon my face”
  • “words can be like knives. they can cut you open”
  • “i think i might have inhaled you”
  • “i can feel you flowing in me”
  • “i miss you more than i thought i would”
  • “i never meant to start a fire. i never meant to make you bleed”
  • “i’ll love the world like i should”
  • “the blood on my hands scares me to death”
  • “you took a chance and you took a fall for us”
  • “my love, look what you can do”
  • “i know in peace you’ll go. i hope relief is yours”
  • “was i selfish again? well, i can’t help that”
  • “i pour my heart out on the ice and everyone’s watching but you”
  • “i can’t see you, you can’t see me”
  • “everybody’s watching but you, and i don’t think i want them to”
  • “there’s a bitter storm inside of me”
  • “i do it all for you”
  • “it’s all gone to shit, it’s out of our hands”
  • “if you’re searching for us, you’ll find us side by side”
  • “as long as we’re going down, baby you should stick around”
  • “does any of this love exist or is this just a fire keeping out the cold?”
  • “memories never lie”
  • “tell me that i’m right”
  • “your tired, unfamiliar face says it all”
  • “even though we all grow old, love will never die”
  • “that was long ago”
  • “i used to call you my own, my dear”
  • “now you’re lost and i am drunk alone”
  • “when you said your last goodbye, i died a little bit inside”
  • “if you loved me, why’d you leave me?”
  • “our love was made for movie screens”
  • “i tried to be someone else for you”
  • “i thought that i loved you, but we weren’t love”
  • “there was something that was not there”
  • “i can sleep forever these days”
  • “i believe in anything that brings you back home to me”
  • “there is no distraction to mask what is real”
  • “now you’ll be missing from the photographs”
  • “in my thoughts, you’re far away”
  • “i can picture you so easily”
  • “what’s gonna be left the world if you’re not in it?”
  • “every minute of every hour, i miss you more”
  • “it’s such a shame we have to see them burn”
  • “i’ve lost control of all of my senses”
  • “put me in my place”
  • “i can’t help but think of you”
  • “it’s always been just you and me”
  • “and i’ll hold in these hands all that remains”
  • “i don’t want to rest in peace, i’d rather be the ghost that annoys you”
  • “hold me in your arms”
  • “don’t listen to your friends, they only care once in a while”
  • “it’s pulling me back”
  • “when you go home, everything looks different”
  • “i wish you would tell me how you really feel”
  • “when you leave me, you take away everything”
  • “that’s not our deal”
  • “i want you so much”
  • “i want to go back to the first time, the first place”
  • “my heart is open like a door, but i don’t trust you like before”
  • “you came and took me by surprise”
  • “maybe one day you’ll be the one, but until then…”
  • “now i’m fucked up and i’m missing you”
  • “please just look me in my face and tell me everything’s okay”
  • “i’ll never be like you”
  • “absolve me of my sins, won’t you?”
  • “it hurts me everytime i see you”
  • “i hate that i love you”
  • “you want her, you need her, and i’ll never be her”
  • “do you miss me like i miss you?”
  • “wedding bells were just alarms”
  • “you said you wouldn’t but you fucking did”
  • “i guess this is moving on”
  • “you don’t care, you never did”
  • “you don’t give a damn about me”
  • “you’re only happy when your sorry head is filled with dope”
  • “if you’re looking for love, know that love don’t live here anymore”
  • “i don’t want to see you go, i just want to see you smile”
  • “tell me that now is not the end”
  • “if you’re trying to find pity, then you need to look somewhere else”
  • “i’m a first class let down”
  • “how did it come to this?”
  • “love is a polaroid- better in picture but never can fill the void”
  • “if it’s broken then it can be fixed”
  • “all you need is time”
  • “we promised the world we’d tame it”
  • “i wonder what keeps us so high up”
  • “could there be a love beneath these wings?”


- Sarah, I’m so sorry. This is all my fault. […] I was so set on trying to find my mom that I let my emotions take over and now I’ve– I’ve put everyone that I care about in danger.
- Chuck, you’re being ridiculous, come on, even for a man who is trying to free himself from high tech explosives. Casey and I know the risks, but of course we’re gonna help you. This is your mom.

It scares me when people say I’m sweet because I’m not. I’m bitter enough to burst, half-sick with rage on my good days. I wish someone hated him the way I did, so that I could stop, so that I could get rid of this fury that rots & blooms inside of me. This is a terrible way to think: if you really loved me you’d want him dead. I’m so tired of boys saying I’ll kill him because they never follow through. It’s just a loud thing to say before they try to touch me and then I’m left with him in my head: laughing, rolling his eyes.

Nicola Maye Goldberg, from “Dream Protocol II,” WHAT KIND OF TROUBLE?