#Lydia Ownes

[ladylylla]

happy beetlejuice beetlejuice day to all those who celebrate 🪲👻

[eliotbaum]

Fiona has a higher STR score than both Lydia and Kasper which also means — she can carry them

[morganbritton132]

Eddie’s live-streaming in his studio when Steve comes into the room like, “Did you hear about Lydia Martinez?”

Eddie: Who?

Steve: Lydia… Dude, she sat behind you in Click’s class

Eddie: ????

Steve: Tuesday/Thursdays?? 1985????

Steve: Big Farrah Fawcett hair. Green eyes. Great… *gestures* boobies. She was sweet! Really cute. Let you copy her homework. You know.

Eddie:

Eddie: Yesterday, you forgot what the password on your phone was but you remember a random person we went to high school with?

Steve, rolling his eyes: You know her though, right?

Eddie: Clearly not!

Steve: Well, she died. Heart attack.

[firedancewithme]

the sheer fact that fantasy high includes :

- an aroace goblin who's so nerdy and so feisty at least 50% of tumblr users can identify w him

- either incredibly messy or incredibly wholesome sapphic relationships

- men redefining masculinity for themselves (fabian's bard arc, gorgug's rage arc, riz' arc w his dad, gilear being gilear, jawbone being jawbone...)

- lydia barkrock ???? as an incredibly badass yet incredibly sweet buff chronically ill woman (and mom !!)

- poly parents, swinger parents, adoptive parents, parents who make mistakes, religious parents, parents who do their best, parents who don't know how to parent

is EVERYTHING to me and more. the quality of representation is so soothing. thank you to the leftist american nerds i guess

[ego-radio]

A child

[embraceweird]

I made a map of the Bad Kid Parents polycule

I may have taken some creative liberties

[whyeverr]

welp I just noticed it's september... guess I should probably call it quits on that "short" summer break, right? 😬

I have been slowly working on building up my queue while also doing a whole lot of not simming and will probably rip the bandaid off and unpause my queue tomorrow. I'm not ready but if I wait until I'm completely ready I'll never actually be ready, you know?

I had big plans to rework the format for my character and chapter intros and play with using tumblr polls to let y'all make some decisions for us, like who next is going to join New Promise or naming a llama. (Important stuff!) But then you forget what improvements you wanted to make and think better of locking yourself into any given plan — or just realize that the llama quite simply is named Queso. so I'm just going to do my best to keep it simple.

anyway this is just me rambling to say hi, I'm back. 💗 I hope summer has treated you well. I hope it's been easy — it often isn't, more often than not, but it should be. I'm excited to get back to Evergreen Harbor and see everybody again — and some new faces too.

[blackhholes]

teen wolf meme: [2/2] locations -> the hale house

I've been having dreams. Dreams, or nightmares? Nightmares... About a fire. It's this-this house, and I can hear screaming-

[acabspocky]

Would you still love me as a worm?

[tiffanyblewss]

@thatonedudeinthecorner and i watching teen wolf was a mistake but i don't intend to fix it and we've got 5 seasons to go goddamn it

[ladylylla]

Oops! All Lydias

[diamondcitydarlin]

"The living, the dead. Can they coexist?"

[doodle-girl]

Spirit was making another animatic in the whiteboard last night and I drew this alongside it because getting jumpscared by Lydia the Bard lyrics in the whiteboard sparked sone kind of quick adrenaline in me

Bonus version but with the red goggles instead of their glasses because I brainfarted while coloring but still think it looks cool:

[janedoeswriting]

The Way the Wind Blows (Stiles Stilinski x OC)

Masterlist

Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Playlist

Wish You Were Here - Pink Floyd

(Don't Fear) The Reaper by Blue Öyster Cult

One Way Or Another by Blondie

The Edge of Seventeen by Stevie Nicks

Sun Bleached Flies by Ethel Cain

Hotel California by Eagles

Wicked Game by Chris Isaak

Characters

Stiles Stilinski

Height: 5'11"

Eyes: Brown

Sign: Aries

MBPT: ENTP

Age: 16

RHIANNON PENELOPE WATSON

Height: 5'9"

Eyes: Grey/Blue

Sign: Leo

MBPT: INFP

Age: 16

[ego-radio]

waifujuice and lydia

[reinedeslys-central]

more!! again!! for the nico after blood of olympus fic!! actually I thought of this while writing the last one but I just finished it.

His elbows buckle and he lets himself fall into Will, snorting at his theatrical groan under the weight. They lay there for a second until Will shoves him gently, and Nico lets him manoeuvre them into a more comfortable position.

"Hi," he whispers, moving a curl away from his cheek. The greenish tint of the loft window casts a weird shadow over Will's face.

"Hey yourself," Will murmurs back, winking.

Nico rolls his eyes. "You look like Apollo when you do that. Please stop." Will squawks in protest.

"I do not! Also, since when do you remember what Apollo looks like? Actually, no, don't answer that, you can't bring up my dad while we're in bed, Nico, why would you do this to me?"

Now it's Nico's turn to sputter and whack Will in the chest - getting another dramatic oof and a laugh in return - before turning around to face Hazel's bed. He's not sure when he'll ever be able to sleep facing the wall. Will can't do it either.

As Will's arms curl around his waist and draw him back against him, just like they did back in the infirmary that one day, he thinks maybe he'd be okay trying that with him sometime. One day, in a house with gates, no longer wary of monsters.

Will noses the back of his neck, causing him to twitch. "What is it?"

Will's answering smile presses through the rough cotton of his t-shirt. "Nothing, sunshine."

Nico frowns under the covers. "Hey, what do you think of houses with gates?" He whispers.

"Gates? Well, it'd be safer, I guess, but we'd lose the neighbours coming over -"

"As if you want to see random people at the door anyway. What if they're monsters?"

"Oh, come on, darlin', I'm from Austin. Of course I gotta keep space for the neighbours to come knocking."

"…Fences? Actually, hey, why'd you assume I was talking about us? Obviously - Obviously I was talking about random. Random houses. For architecture reasons."

Will muffles his laugh into the back of his neck, again. "Oh, my bad. And I'm only here because you ripped a stitch on the lava wall yesterday."

Nico feels his ears warm.

"Shut up."

"I didn't say anything."

"..Still."

Will reels him in closer until his back hits his chest and he can press a soft peck to Nico's still-red ears. "I think a fence is a great idea, by the way. We could ask Hazel for help with some ward stones too, like you have in the cabin. Gotta make sure we've got at least one window and standing space in every direction, though, or at least in the east, because you know my dad would sulk if he didn't get to scream me awake in the morning."

Nico's blush gets worse.

"Now who's talking about your dad in bed?" He gives up on pretending. Will sees him through every time, anyway. "Also, shrines, obviously, and we need a spot to stargaze."

"Yeah, shrines, obviously. Maybe just yours, mine, and Lady Hestia's though, or else everyone else is gonna get pissy."

Nico barks out a laugh like it's shocked out of him. "Pissy? Don't let them hear you say that."

Will holds him tighter and settles against the pillows. "Sure thing, sunshine. Now can we sleep?"

"Yeah, yeah."

It's not long after that that Will's breath evens out behind him, his muscles untensing. Nico knows he's got a few minutes yet, so he thinks.

Today was…. good.

Today was nice. Normal, even. Just a day of camp schedules, working in the infirmary, an admittedly short campfire, and this. No monsters, and no mistakes. No deaths, but..

Unbidden, the moments in the infirmary come to mind. He thinks of helping Will scrub in for his one surgery of the day, a kid that had gotten parts of an arrow stuck in their leg a week ago and hadn't noticed til yesterday. He thinks of yesterday during capture-the-flag, stepping in and desperately trying to copy what he'd watched Will do, because Lydia was hanging crooked from a tree and there was no one else around but him-

He thinks of Patroclus tying the straps of Achilles' armour, watching his lover sleep peacefully. He thinks of what Connor had told him about at the campfire weeks ago, of Silena Beauregard taking on a drakon when Clarisse declared the Ares Cabin wouldn't be fighting.

He thinks he might understand.

Lydia wasn't the same (thank the gods), but if there was something to be done that only Will could do right, yet couldn't, and the only way Nico could take up his mantle would be to die trying - then, yeah. He'd do whatever it would take for these kids. To do what Will would do. He's gone to Tartarus already, hasn't he? At worst, he'd try his best and greet his father early if he failed to survive. Nico could even give Charon a tip on the way in for the hell of it, why not?

If there is a luxury that comes from being a child of Hades, after all, it is that dying is not the thing that scares him.

There's a brazier still lit outside the window. Its glow falls in slits across their bed.

Will grumbles, pushing his feet forward until their ankles are wound together. The sheets shift.

Nico smiles into the dark, into the chirping of crickets and the soft glow of the fireflies out the window, and falls asleep.

more for this fic:

scene 0 - prologue-ish scene 1 - the library of social awkwardness or here (or in my heart, 'kidney function is not a right, it's a privilege' lol)

general writing directory

also lmk if you want more lore. I am so down to talk about this fic + the worldbuilding ideas I have for it in the notes it is unreal