DARK FOREST / DEATH BLOOM .
SLAVIC LORE BASED LYDIA MARTIN & MIECZYSŁAW STILINSKI // by LENA & RIO

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
Not today Justin
i don't do bad sauce passes
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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
DEAR READER
noise dept.
dirt enthusiast

祝日 / Permanent Vacation

Kiana Khansmith
Stranger Things
we're not kids anymore.
Jules of Nature
taylor price
trying on a metaphor
Cosmic Funnies
Cosimo Galluzzi
Monterey Bay Aquarium

tannertan36
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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@duszycien
DARK FOREST / DEATH BLOOM .
SLAVIC LORE BASED LYDIA MARTIN & MIECZYSŁAW STILINSKI // by LENA & RIO
Told me pick my battles and be picking ‘em wise But I wanna pick ‘em all and I don’t want to decide
#MALISENT // modern and divergent mal bertha // by RIO
as the no1 stiles stilinski expert ..... sterek isn’t real it never was and it never will be
i won’t take a breath, i wanna drown ( x )
‣ @moonhurts: is that a dream or a memory?
BOY - ROT SITS IN SILENCE for once . it’s a terrifying thing : this man made of rapid - fire synapses , this thing like an earthquake in the shake of his hands and the ever - suspicious dart of his gaze , suddenly quiet and suddenly still . far away are his eyes , locked onto some distant target ( dream or memory ? dream or memory ? dream or memory ? ) . somewhere , isaac’s words come through like a shout above water level , far away on the surface where stiles is stuck drowning beneath .
something has him by the throat ; stiles thinks maybe he is choking himself . ❝ what ? ❞ record scratch . isaac’s face comes into focus and stiles has the decency to scowl in an effort to maintain the part he is expected to play . ❝ i don’t know . i try to ignore it whenever i can . ❞ a lie . he stews . he fixates . he drowns . ❝ you gonna help me or what ? ❞ stiles holds out a jumble of metal that looks suspiciously like his jeep’s water pump . ❝ hold this . ❞
‣ @prophaetia: i am beside you, famine or fire.
AND SO JUDGEMENT DAY hath come . the snakes descend on the fox , but the fox is outgunned and outnumbered . [ is this or is this not you on this tape ? / 𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚠𝚢𝚎𝚛 . 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎’𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚎 ? 𝚒 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘𝚍 , 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 , 𝚒 -- / i wouldn’t make threats , detective stilinski . not in your position . / 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 . ] bravado does him no good , not when his mind plays tricks unlike even the trickster himself , and the spiral deepens the longer he is alone with his thoughts . maybe that’s why he’s kept in confinement .
had she not been here , he’d only pace . as it were , he’s properly still , kept in the shackles of her loose hold , the thin of her arms wrapped around his waist like a vice . she needn’t worry for his escape ; stiles hugs her around the shoulders and keeps her tucked under his chin . she might feel him tremble , his anxiety rattling his chest as violently as his rage . ❝ did you see the tape ? did you see -- what if i did it ? what if i -- what if i did it , lydia ? ❞
— ask meme : HAYLEY WILLIAMS, PETALS FOR ARMOR.
rage is a quiet thing.
rage, is it in our veins?
there’s so many ways to give in.
oh, how to draw the line between wrath and mercy?
if my child needed protection from a fucker like that man, i’d sooner gut him.
nothing cuts like a mother.
wrap yourself in petals for armor.
don’t nobody tell me that god doesn’t have a sense of humor.
the truth’s a killer, but i can’t leave it alone.
who else am i gonna lose before i am ready?
i’m not lonely. i am free.
you’re not a threat to me.
too much of anything, you’ll never know how to quit.
don’t look in my eyes.
i wanted him to kiss me.
every morning i wake up from a dream of you.
is that a dream or a memory?
when i said goodbye, i hope you cried.
little wrinkle by your eye, i never noticed until right now.
i can remember wolves at your heels.
all of your good and your evil, well, babe, you can leave it with me.
i am beside you, famine or fire.
who could take your place? who could take mine?
we stay safe together.
if there’s resistance, it makes you stronger. it’s not the end.
i have seen your body and i have seen your beauty.
what do i care, and what do you care if i grow?
he loves me now, he loves me not.
i will not become a thorn in my own side.
i can break through the earth, come out soft and wild.
i’ve spent a while on the stranger side of your door.
how do you sound? what do you look like now?
i can’t seem to remember why we ever felt we had to say goodbye.
i just wanna talk about it. sorry for freaking out.
scott: there’s only one thing worse than death
scott: *rips off card so it says ‘isaac’s death’*
stiles: *gasps* ISAAC
scott: nO
@duszycien
We were trying to gently persuade him to pull over.
` & . 𝘗𝘙𝘖𝘗𝘏𝘈𝘌𝘛𝘐𝘈 .
‘ YOU’RE SICK OF THE ENDINGS ? ’ SHE IS A BITTER thing , this banshee . this woman . she is bitter and she is sad and she is angry , still . lydia is still angry . ‘ so am i . again , what do you want me to do ? what should i do ? we can’t undo — an ending . you — ’ she is tired of being angry . ‘ look , we’ll — we’ll figure this out . scott’s going to be okay , he’s got all of us , right ? we’re working as hard as we can . ’
DEATH IS AFFORDED SOME cruelty ; she wields it here well . [ 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 , ] says banshee . whatever anxious energy drives stiles’ movement seizes here so that he falls still and blinking at nothing , his back facing her rigid and trembling with the effort to keep so static . ❝ copy that , ❞ says fox flatly , emotionless and drained . he does not even taste her grief when his own is so filling . stiles drags his wrist under his nose to hide a sniffle and goes back to rifling blindly through papers . ❝ you’re right . he’ll be fine . you should get some rest . it’s late ; we can pick back up tomorrow . ❞
— ask meme : RICHARD SIKEN, THE LONG AND SHORT OF IT.
you have been watched from a distance for some time now and now you are being watched from even farther away.
you’d like to believe it’s true. who wouldn’t?
just because a thing’s invisible doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist.
you close your eyes and nothing happens.
let me in, i’m still here, hello hello, you know me, you know…
i could pretend i’m speaking to everyone — assume a middle distance and transcend myself — but i’m talking to you and you know it.
where did you just go?
it doesn’t always matter where we are but here i am and i say hello.
you would like it here. maybe you would like it here. i think that maybe you would like it here.
when i try to guess your trajectory i end up telling my own story.
i love you sideways daily.
i’ve been rereading your story. i think it’s about me in a way that might not be flattering, but that’s okay.
we dream and dream of being seen as we really are and then finally someone looks at us and sees us truly and we fail to measure up.
sometimes you get so close to someone you end up on the other side of them.
so here we are again: me being here and you being off the map.
do you have a human soul and can you prove it?
a robot can do the math. a robot can spit out an answer. people, they make it up as they go along.
i had a tape recorder. i poked and prodded.
i’ve been warned that i’m not supposed to threaten or beg for pieces of someone’s soul.
you said if people wanted to change the world, they would.
too bad for them. i want something else.
you know how i am. i push too hard. i get ahead of myself.
i’m learning how to be gentle.
love, love, go ahead and have another plate of it, it doesn’t run out.
of course, i wonder if you love me back, which is, really, besides the point.
sure, we invent each other. we agreed to that a long time ago.
here is a place for it to happen. a place where i can love you.
` & . 𝘗𝘙𝘖𝘗𝘏𝘈𝘌𝘛𝘐𝘈 .
‘ WE DON’T HAVE TIME FOR THIS . ’ terror means evasion . edges , eroded . lydia feels like a wound left to bleed . ‘ we should keep looking . or call it a night . but we can’t — what do you want me to do with that , stiles ? ’
❝ YEAH , THERE’S NEVER TIME . ❞ vitriol rolls off the tongue like maggot - rot , but just as soon as he is to fester in it does he back off . fox goes tail - tucked , teeth hidden in maw , ears drooped . stiles turns away , flicks through papers without seeing , and mutters , ❝ everything just keeps ending . i’m sick of the endings . just -- never mind . ❞
˚ ₊ ♡ ‘ i am fine , here . ‘
‘ MM , IS THAT SO ? SHAME [ … ] ’ VIXEN WITH a sharp tongue drips humor from it , here . she has cherryred sunglasses perched atop her head , strawberry blonde tresses shinier than vermilion rhinestones outlining the dark shades . lydia presses her hands to her hips , tips her chin roof - angled to look at him .
he is enshrouded in a halo of setting sunlight , but there is still something dark to the heart of him . lydia wants to taste it .
‘ i was hoping you’d want to go to deborah’s with me , but if you’re not stuck up there , and just — fine , then i guess i’ll go alone . ’
˚ ₊ ♡ ‘ @duszycien .
st*les gets scott’s double banded pack symbol tattooed around his right forearm after he graduates from the policy acadamy ( like this )