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Lydia Martin indie RP. Multi-verse/Multi-shipper. Following the tag lovinglylydia. Navigation. This RPer took the Roleplay Anti-Hate Pledge

[childofthe-wilderness-blog]

Make sure to follow my new page for Derek!

[holland-roden]

Holland Roden for Maxim USA july/august 2014.

[tim-lucy]

[stydious]

#but look at the way lydia cocks her head #when she hears just how much Stiles cares about Malia #and when they finish their conversation #stiles and lydia make eye contact in the mirror #but she looks away #because she realized that her and Stiles had something good going #and she’s afraid that she’s about to lose someone else #so she looks away as quick as she can #because it’s weird to imagine stiles with someone other than her #but on the other hand #she doesn’t want to ruin what stiles and malia have #the roles have been reversed and now she’s the one putting Stiles’ happiness before her own #now look me in the eyes #and tell me that in that moment Lydia didn’t surprise herself #and realize that she might have feelings for Stiles Stilinski 

i literally love you

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reblogged for the tag

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Close to Comfort || emersuslupus

Honestly, Lydia felt as if her head may explode at any given moment. She had finals coming up, which meant that her professors were all laying on the extra work, which also meant more study time for her. Finally, she gave up and closed her book and laptop and set them aside. Her hands raised up, fingers pressing to her temples and rubbing circles into them slowly. The heat in their room wasn't doing anything for her either and, well, Lydia was pretty much down to the bare essentials right now because Peter had plans to be out for a while, though he'd be back soon.

That's how she found herself padding over to the closet that the two shared-- more like Lydia allowed Peter to keep a few things in it while she took over 98% of the space within the closet with her own wardrobe. Reaching up, she tugged one of Peter's t-shirts off its hanger and slipped it onto her small frame. It reached slightly below mid-thigh on her and she honestly couldn't bring herself to care as she clicked the main light off and wandered over to her bed, splaying herself out on it.

[darren-criss]

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@stxnstilinski

"Can I help you?"

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please reblog this post if you adore crossovers and AUs, i want to know just how many people love throwing their muse into situations they would never experience in their canon verse

[oliviawilde]

Stydia AU → Pretty Woman When I was a little girl, my mama used to lock me in the attic when I was bad, which was pretty often. And I would- I would pretend I was a princess… trapped in a tower by a wicked queen. And then suddenly this knight… on a white horse with these colors flying would come charging up and draw his sword. And I would wave. And he would climb up the tower and rescue me. But never in all the time… that I had this dream did the knight say to me, “Come on, baby, I’ll put you up in a great condo.”

[aduroxrabidus-deactivated201607]

"I’m not trying to get technical here but I am a father and it is father’s day.”

[lovinglylydia-blog]

"Your point being...?"

[bigkanimaoncampus]

Happy Birthday Jackson - Open

This was supposed to be his day. There was a party starting in just a few hours. People would be showing up, invading his house, showering him with gifts. A day devoted to worshiping Jackson and celebrating his arrival into the world. And this was a big one. He was turning eighteen. He was officially an adult. But he was nowhere to be found. 

He’d survived the full moon, just a few days ago. He’d thought that would be the worst of it. He’d carried on like nothing was wrong. Setting up the party. Psyched to flaunt his superiority for the day. It started small. Nagging thoughts. Reminders of the chaos of Lydia’s birthday party. Of the hallucinations. Of his ‘real’ parents…

Lydia. Would she be there? Would he have to see her? Would she even want him anymore? 

A crack in the dam that held it all back. 

She hadn’t called while he was away. Did she care?

A flood.

This was the day of his birth. The day a horrible tragedy had forced him into this world. The day that ensured he’d never really know where he came from.

From there, it was a blur. Spilled snacks. Torn decorations. Vaulting over the fence. Running. He was in the cemetery before he was really aware again, on his knees in the grass. He knelt in front of two gravestones. Gordon and Margaret Miller. But he didn’t look at them. He just scrubbed at his cheeks with the heels of his hands, trying to force all that had driven here from his mind.

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It stung, she wasn't going to lie. It had been hard enough for her that night, seeing him lying on the ground, imagining a life without him in it in some way, removing that chain that had held his key... It all came flooding back to her at the mention of his party, though her smile hardly even faltered.

"Of course I'll be there," she said, hair flipping off her shoulder as she turned around and walked away from her classmate.

Yes, she was known for her parties, planning them, dressing up for them, attending them, all of it. So, of course, she would make an appearance there. What she hadn't expected was Jackson bolting away from his house even before the crowd of people showed up.

Instantly, she was chasing after him, silently cursing herself for the heels that she had chosen to wear this particular day. Eventually she caught up with him, mainly because eventually Jackson stopped running and fell to the ground.

"Jackson," the name fell from her tongue far too easily, like she hadn't gone nearly a year without saying it at all. Lydia dropped down to her knees, one hand hesitantly reaching out for Jackson's shoulder and gripping it carefully. "C'mere." She wasn't like this with just anyone, Jackson had always been her exception to the rules, she let him see the girl beneath the mask, she always had.

Reaching out both arms, she carefully pulled Jackson closer to her, arms snaking around his waist and pulling him into a hug.

"I'm here."

[teen-wolf-archive]

[relicruined]

  " I would appreciate it        if you would stop yelling        n o n s e n s e        at me.              | I’m probably not who you think I am. “

[lovinglylydia-blog]

"I was merely trying to figure out why you were wearing those glasses when we both know you have perfect vision."

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Working Girl || onehaleofabeta

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The feeling of Lydia’s body settling close to Derek’s made the man hum in delight. More often than not Lydia wouldn’t wake him when she came back from studying, but today in particular he’d been worried about her.

"Some?" He questioned with a quirk of his eyebrow. "You work yourself too hard." The comment was blunt and stale, it hung in the air and Derek almost regretted saying it once it was out in the open. After all, Lydia had always been passionate about her work.

Quickly Derek sought to rectify his slip so he wrapped his arms tighter around her and pushed his face into her hair, breathing in the comfortable, fresh scent there. “Will you be working again tomorrow night?” Derek asked hesitantly. 

[lovinglylydia-blog]

Lydia understood the amount of pressure Derek had on his shoulders while taking classes; she understood it perfectly because she had that same weight pressing down on hers. That's why she tried to slip into his room without making any noise, tried to let him get a full night's sleep; some peaceful time where he didn't have to worry about essays and grades and what assignment was due next. Tonight, though, that didn't seem to matter since Derek was already awake.

"Hah," she let out the sound, somewhere between a laugh and her being too tired to truly come up with words to respond. "How else am I suppose to get the Field's Medal?" It wasn't intended to be answered, just a comment that she had used even in her high school days.

"I have to," she breathed out in response to his question, a pang of guilt running through her chest because their definitions of work here were completely different from each other. "I'm free the night after that, though. Date night?"

[fyeahdydia]

When you move I fall to my knees Baby put your pom poms down for me

dydia au - Derek Hale, takes the NFL by storm as the Jets make a run for the Lombardi. Meanwhile, Lydia Martin, the newest Jets cheerleader, has all eyes on her, including Hale’s. Just the way she likes it.

Submitted by @sweetandfunky

[childofthe-wilderness-blog]

Sorry I haven't been around;

I’ve been having some health issues lately and I don’t want to fall behind on school work, so those both have to come first. I should be able to be on later tonight, though so don’t hate me, please!

[dreamwiththe-stars]