And I survived.

Mun is 20+ with 9 years of experience. PST. Literate Role-Player. Canon and Crossover friendly. Multi-Fandom & Multi-Ship. OC and AU Friendly. She/Her. (Side Blog to @unfortunatemainblog)

[literally-lydia]

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[euphoriabled-a]

𝖂𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖉, 𝕭𝖆𝖇𝖞!

𝕹𝖎𝖓𝖆 𝕮𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖉 𝕻𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖗 ❝ It’s not the waking, it’s the rising. ❞ ❝ It’s not the wall, but what’s behind it. ❞ ❝ Rattle your chains if you love being free! ❞

𝕬𝖑𝖒𝖔𝖘𝖙 (𝕾𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖙 𝕸𝖚𝖘𝖎𝖈) ❝ I came in from the outside, burned out from a joy ride. ❞ ❝ The same kind of music haunts her bedroom. ❞ ❝ She’s almost you. ❞ ❝ I wouldn’t know where to start. ❞ ❝ She laughs like you. ❞

𝕸𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙 ❝ You are a call to motion. ❞ ❝ I could never define all that you are to me. ❞ ❝ You do it naturally. ❞

𝕹𝖔 𝕻𝖑𝖆𝖓 ❝ The harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun. ❞ ❝ There will be darkness again. ❞ ❝ Your secret is safe with me. ❞ ❝ That’s how I know now that you understand. ❞

𝕹𝖔𝖇𝖔𝖉𝖞 ❝ I think about you though, everywhere I go. ❞ ❝ I’ve been everywhere, you know. ❞ ❝ I wouldn’t fall for someone I thought couldn’t misbehave. ❞ ❝ I want you to know that I’ve had no love like your love. ❞ ❝ I’d be appalled if I saw you ever try to be a saint. ❞ ❝ Why should we deny the truth? ❞ ❝ We could have less to worry about. ❞ ❝ Honey, I won’t lie to you. ❞

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[literally-lydia]

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[acrxmxnal-archived]

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[literally-lydia]

❛ Don’t look now, but I think we’re being watched. ❜

[literally-lydia]

“You’re wrong, I’m fine. I know I’m fine… I’m fine…” ( scott ! )

[ Extremely Exhausted Starters | X | ACCEPTING ]

❛ You’re being too hard on yourself, Scott. ❜ She placed a careful hand upon his shoulder, sympathy pouring from her eyes, ❛ You don’t always have to be strong. ❜

It was a sentiment she often brushed off when she was too focused on something; the feeling that she couldn’t hold the weight of the earth on her back for a moment and be the superhuman that she felt she had to be-- it could absolutely wreck her emotionally, so she could hardly imagine the stress Scott had to be under. He was consistently taking care of the pack; physically and emotionally. It had to be draining, but Lydia couldn’t help but focus on the question at hand.

Who was taking care of Scott?

❛ Look, we can talk through everything that’s been happening at my house, okay? I can make you tea- or hot chocolate, if you’d prefer that. ❜ Lydia began, running a hand through her hair as she thought. ❛ And... then I can try to do some research on it, while you take a nap on my couch, okay? ❜

She hated seeing him like this: so exhausted.

❛ When was the last time you got any rest? ❜

[therecklessones]

“Why don’t you put that book down and have a drink with me?” Erica swirled the ice around in her glass. 

[literally-lydia]

“It’s called caring about the position you’re in, Erica.” She quickly inhaled through her nose as she rolled her eyes and tried to focus. "I’ll join you when I’m done reading this article about lycanthropy. It’s one of the only sources I see that isn’t disregarding it as a mental disorder. It’s discussing it, alongside vampirism-- which I can hardly believe I’m actually entertaining.”

[graveyardmagic]

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“Do you honestly expect me to believe that?” Elijah looked at the red head with a raised brow. “Because that is utter bull shit.” 

[literally-lydia]

“I don’t expect you to believe anything, sweetheart.” Lydia huffed, skimming through her paper for any typos or grammatical errors. “But we need to move the meet to another day. Isaac and Scott-- Look, it’s a little more than simply inconvenient.”

The good thing about computer lab was that she could get away with more in depth conversations, but the issue lied in her inability to get much done when in such a conversation. 

“It’s nothing personal, I just- Ugh. Never mind, I’ll handle it myself.“

[rpmemestbh]

Eternal Sunshine of The Spotless Mind Starters

❝I don’t need nice.❞

❝Constantly talking isn’t necessarily communicating.❞

❝I’m gonna marry you. I know it.❞

❝Too many people think I’m a concept, or I complete them.❞

❝I can’t see anything I don’t like about you.❞

❝My crotch is still here, just as you remembered it.❞

❝Remember me. Try your best.❞

❝You looked happy. Happy with a secret.❞

❝Sand is overrated. It’s just tiny little rocks.❞

❝I can’t believe I’m crying already.❞

❝I’m erasing you and I’m happy.❞

❝I had the best fucking night of my fucking life last night!❞

❝I could die right now. I’m just so…happy. I’m exactly where I wanna be.❞

❝What a loss, to spend so much time with someone only to find out they’re a stranger.❞

❝Today is a holiday invented by greeting card companies to make people feel like crap.❞

❝Why do I fall in love with every woman I see who shows me the least bit of attention?❞

❝Why do you leave everyone? Why did you let me go?❞

❝You know me. I’m impulsive.❞

❝Maybe you can find yourself a nice antique rocking chair to die in!❞

❝You look at a baby and it’s so pure and so free and so clean. And adults are like, this mess of sadness and phobias.❞

❝Can I – borrow a piece of your chicken?❞

❝I’m just a fucked up girl/boy who’s looking for my own peace of mind.❞

❝We met at the wrong time.❞

❝I’d like to, um…take you out or something.❞

❝Come back and make up a goodbye at least, pretend we had one!❞

❝By morning, you’ll be gone.❞

❝I’m always anxious thinking I’m not living my life to the fullest..❞

❝I can’t remember anything without you.❞

❝Sometimes I think people forget how lonely it is to be a kid, like you don’t matter.❞

[incolubruma]

‘something terrible’s about to happen.’ (@literally-lydia)

@literally-lydia

“Well, I’m not about to be the one to ignore the warnings of a Banshee... Shame the prediction is so vague, though...”

[literally-lydia]

" Well, excuse me for not being a walking horoscope. " Lydia quipped as she folded her arms, she sighed to herself. " Do you think being a Banshee is comparable to reading a fortune cookie? Because it's a little more complicated than that, sweetheart. "

She was still getting a hang of her 'gift,' she really didn't need to be shamed for her predictions being vague. Did he think this was like Twilight? That she was an Alice Cullen type- able to see the future as if she was looking out a window. It just wasn't that easy-- and God, the way it felt to experience a premonition? It was eerie, as if a million ants were crossing under her skin; as if hair was being pushed down her throat. It was a silence so deafening that only a scream could break it.

It wasn't like predicting the weather. It wasn't so simple.

[literally-lydia]

[ OOC: Just felt like posting this moodboard I made for Bender and Lydia. Honestly, I can't reccomend this Bender enough-- such an amazing portrayal! Sometimes I'm writing with him and I just think to myself.... Judd? Lol! :) Hope you're all having a good day, lovelies. ]

(☆ @thecrxmxnal ☆)

[mosmemes-blog]

doki doki literature club╰    *  tw.

‘i guess there’s a little devil inside all of us, huh?’

‘i imagine a future where i can be with you.’

‘seriously, these are the best!’

‘even now .. why won’t the rain clouds go away?’

‘is it love if i set you free?’

‘this is where we say goodbye.’

‘don’t cut yourself on that edge!’

‘don’t be shy..’

‘how can i write love into reality?’

‘just play with me instead.’

‘i’ve had really bad depression my whole life.’

‘get out of my head, get out of my head!’

‘most days i can’t even find a reason to get out of bed.’

‘do you want me to go home crying?’

‘all my memories are hazy..’

‘surreal horror is often successful at changing the way you look at the world.’

‘i didn’t want you to feel left out.’

‘shut your fucking mouth!’

‘something terrible’s about to happen.’

‘please stop playing with my heart.’

‘i don’t want to come back.’

‘have you considered killing yourself?’

‘i might be a little jealous…’

‘my dad would beat the shit out of me if he found this.’

‘i was waiting for you.’

‘there’s no happiness here after all.’

‘i don’t want them to think we’re a couple or something.’

‘i guess you don’t have it in you to be mean!’

‘thanks for keeping your promise.’

‘but a poem is never actually finished.. it just stops moving.’

[literally-lydia]

❛ Why are you here? ❜ Lydia said, brows furrowed, tongue running along her teeth. ❛ Don't you usually skip class? ❜

It wasn't that she hated John, but she certainly wasn't supposed to be seen with him after he and Claire Standish had their little breakup. The whole school had seen the wreckage of that affair-- and as one of Claire's ‘friends’, she was supposed to be the bigger person by not getting involved.

Still, whether or not she'd admit it, he was much more fun to talk to than Claire was. How many times had she told her the same three stories about Bender? And how many times had Claire's opinions on John Bender change? Even Navy Seals would be seasick with how many times she'd changed her mind or rocked the boat. She really didn't need to be more involved than she already was.

Still, a little drama wouldn't kill her. She could have a little fun with the situation. Enough people feared her power enough to not tattle to Claire, right? Oh, whatever. She'd do what she pleased-- she didn't need Claire Standish to sign her permission slip. She placed a lock of hair behind her ear before leaning forward to gently touch his chin. She figured he'd either get pissed off or turned on- and to be quite honest, she didn't have a preference. Either way she was in for a show and a distraction, which Bender was known for being able to provide. It's why, she supposed, he spent so much time in detention.

She matched his smirk before sliding into the seat beside him, wondering how many idiots had found themselves carving into the same desk throughout the years. Each expletive was nearly poetry once carved in-- so many writers sharing the same feeling. Dread and boredom. But not her, oh no. See, Lydia was going to make the most of this time-- after all, she had some rather entertaining company.

But the way he looked at her when she said his name? He was like an untrained dog.

[literally-lydia]

MUN   VS   MUSE.

tagged   by:  @pcssimism​ ♡

tagging:  @unferaled @calvaluna​ @thecrxmxnal

[musingmemes]

friends with benefits starters

“hey –– we said no strings attached.”

“don’t go falling in love with me.”

“i don’t want to mess up what we have.”

“you’re a good fuck. that’s it.”

“don’t you think you’ll ever want something more?”

“i think this was a mistake.”

“you said you didn’t have feelings for me..”

“i think we should just have sex.”

“relationships aren’t my thing, but you are.”

“how much longer are we gonna go without telling anyone?”

“my friends asked me why you’ve been commenting on my pictures.”

“are you keeping me a secret?”

“how many other people are you sleeping with?”

“tell me how you actually feel for once.’

“do you see this going any further?”

[literally-lydia]

❝ If I don’t have to be cold and wet, I’m not going to be. ❞

Call her a hedonist, but she didn’t believe in suffering or inconveniences; if any bad feelings could be avoided or overridden then she’d make that decision for herself. If she was heartbroken, she’d make out with someone until she could forget about who had hurt her. If she was sad, she’d watch her favorite movies with close friends. If she was lonely, she’d throw the best party Beacon Hills could offer. 

So, of course, she wanted her towel the minute she was out of the pool. 

Why let the water droplets glide down her décolletage when she could just dry off?

❝ I agree. I’d much rather be in a non-chlorinated pool. ❞

She gently dried her body before moving to dry off her hair, quietly mumbling her thoughts.

❝ It is what it is. ❞

[literally-lydia]

[ @kindahategreenberg​ | 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔭𝔬𝔰𝔱 ]

❝ I’ve always been smart. It was only a matter of my insecurities getting the best of me. ❞

She offered him a small smile, it was always nice to hear that someone was proud of her. Her achievements weren’t praised nearly as often as she felt they should be, but she assumed her parents had just gotten used to her intelligence. 

❝ I’m proud of me too. ❞

And, to be quite honest, she was proud of him too. 

She was surprised he hadn’t blown any blood vessels in his eyes from having to deal with Stiles and Greenburg for so many years. Besides, when he wasn’t yelling-- Lydia had found Coach to be one of the more supportive staff members at the school. 

He pushed people to be better, but he was never soft about it.

 And those who couldn’t handle it? Didn’t deserve praise in the first place.