#lydia b

[rededgecitycouncil]

ship or dip: lydia and austin?

Ship @lydiaxbrown @austinxbarnes

[rededgefashion]

Spotted: The last round of arrivals for the tea party! Freya looking like a hottie, as always. Lydia looking like she'd rather be out clubbing, than at a tea party. Illiana channeling her Barbie side for this party. Alejandro looking like he wants those thirsts posts to start again. Elliot looking like he's ready to break some hearts. Jack looking like he's about to get a lot of thirst compliments. Marc looking hot as hell. Kiara looking gorgeous in blue. Chase looking like he's only there because of Aurora. Serena looking like a soccer mom (in a good way) in her outfit. Shane looking like he's about to sing any song off of the Tourtured Poets Department in his outfit. TJ looking hot, like always. Katerina looking beautiful in her dress. Emmett looking like a dad on vacation in his outfit. Brittany channeling her inner Emily in Paris for this event. Hope everyone had a fun time and enjoy your time in Oak Island! XOXO

@freyaxsmithx @lydiaxbrown @illianafuentes @alejandroxfuentesx @elliotbooker @jackxsterling @marcxhall @kiaraxlangford @chaseknight @serenabennett @shanenichols @tjxcohen @katerinaxlopez @emmettxhills @brittanyxmillerx

[zqueamishh]

i gave them matching shorts c:

[berrysanxiety]

[gothicbutcher666]

𝕷𝖞𝖉𝖎𝖆 𝕯𝖊𝖊𝖙𝖟 🖤

[hatterhare]

this has been me since the beetlejuice, beetlejuice trailer dropped bc i have been bombarded by beetlebabes content ever since, and it absolutely disgusts me to my core what is wrong with people

[jjxkiaraxpopexcleoxjohnbxsarah]

Moonlit Alliances CH2

JJ takes a deep swig from his bottle, the bitter tang of beer mingling with the salty air of the marsh. He leans heavily against the wooden railing, eyes fixed on the horizon where the sun is just beginning to peek above the earth, heralding the dawn of a new day. In a few short hours, he will be leaving the familiar confines of Outer Banks, embarking on a two-day journey across the country to California.

The thought alone is enough to send a shiver down his spine. To say he isn’t frightened would be a lie. The idea of adventure calls to him — the promise of hidden treasures, the mystery of werewolves, the thrill of protecting his friends, and the intoxicating rush of adrenaline. Yet, amidst the excitement, a part of him yearns to remain, to cling to the safety and comfort of home.

His friends are his anchor, his constant in a sea of chaos. The thought of losing them is unbearable. They’re always dancing on the edge, and JJ feels the constant pressure to keep them safe. It’s like he’s the only thing standing between his friends and a world full of threats. But even with his tough exterior, JJ knows he can’t be everywhere at once; danger has a way of popping up when you least expect it. High school was a battle he barely made it through, so the idea of tackling college? That’s a whole new level of game. He’s painfully aware of his own struggles, and the last thing he wants is to be the new guy in town, fumbling around while everyone watches and whispers. It’s enough to make anyone nervous.

Lost in his thoughts, JJ barely registers the gentle pressure of arms encircling his waist from behind. He turns within Kiara’s embrace, their lips meeting in a kiss that speaks volumes more than words ever could. A smile graces his features, a silent testament to the depth of his love for her.

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[theshadowrealmitself]

Okay so I’m a couple episodes into season 2, haven’t gotten much farther because we’ve been doing other stuff to celebrate her bday, but for anyone who was like me and didn’t know a thing about teen wolf, here’s the way their a/b/o is set up:

Alphas are leaders of the pack, betas are everyone else in the pack, and omegas are lone wolves

Alphas can fully shift into “wolves” (looks like a really fucked up ape to me) and are the only ones who can turn other people into werewolves, betas can only become like this wolfman, same with omegas, and the main difference between omegas and betas is that a pack physically makes a werewolf better, so omegas are weaker than betas

So that part is important in the show, because there are werewolf hunters, so they need to be in a pack, both for numbers and for that extra physical boost it gives them, and so the current alpha, Derek, is trying to build up his pack, which so far includes:

Scott, who turned down the previous alpha and still keeps saying he doesn’t want to be in a pack, Jackson, who also keeps turning down being in a pack, also technically not really a werewolf (yet?) as his body is rejecting the bite atm, maybe Lydia as well, who might’ve been turned into a werewolf by the previous alpha, nothing has been confirmed yet, and Isaac, a new character and the only one hyped to be a part of all this

And I never knew that this was something I really wanted from omegaverse: an alpha trying really hard and failing to build a pack

Poor guy lost almost his entire family like 6 years previously and his sister recently, so there’s probably also familial issues driving him to build a pack too, and he’s just. having the worst luck.

Idk if being part of a pack has to include eventually living together, but I really wanna see him trying to corral everyone into doing that when at least half of his pack wants to run off and do the lone wolf thing

[just1gnome]

Some taz art I never posted because I've been doing artfight stuff and also other reasons (mystery)

Edit cause some people think magus is sad, dw he's fine he just loves gay people soso much it brings him to tears

[deadlydeetz]

NEW TRAILER JUST DROPPED

Oh my god it's so shippy I am SCREAMING. THIS IS AMAZING

[rededgecitycouncil]

how do you think lydia is feeling about teddy admitting to dating illiana? do you think she actually cares?

Do we look like Lydia’s personal hotline? Go ahead, dial her up yourself! Be the fabulous friend you are and give her a little pep talk. Sure, she was all about Teddy back in the day, but come on—it's been ages, my friend! Do you really think Lydia's still in the Teddy fan club? Nah, she’s off living her best life, probably sipping a fancy drink and enjoying every minute of it! @lydiaxbrown @tbear401k

[rededgefashion]

Spotted: The (possibly) last round of arrivals for the masquerade ball! Jayce looking how he normally does, but he just got engaged so I'll give him that. He had to keep room for the ring, rather than worry about the ball. Archie looking adorable in a cater waiter way. Sienna looking like she's an undercover goddess in her outfit. Freya looking like she's about to get married in her white outfit. Lydia rocking the rose gold look from head to toe. Illiana also rocking a similar shade to Lydia. Hmmm, that's interesting....Elliot looking like a gray stallion in his outfit. Alejandro showing off his sexy style in his outfit. Arrow flashing his wealth with his outfit. Georgina looking like a million bucks in her beautiful red outfit. Nova looking gorgeous in her outfit. Beau showing us that surfers can clean up pretty well in his outfit. Luke looking hot in his royal blue and gld outfit. Ocean looking regal in her outfit. Valentina looking like a vampire queen in her outfit. Vinny looking decent in his outfit. Tell me Red Edge, out of every one of you who has been judged, who has been your best dressed for this event? I'll tell me mine if you tell me your's XOXO

@tfjayceking @archiexdeaton @siennaxjohnson @freyaxsmithx @lydiaxbrown @illianafuentes @elliotbooker @alejandroxfuentesx @arrowxellington @georginaxrussell @novaxrockwell @beauxwilliamsx @lukexmyersx @oceanxsimmons @valentinaxlopezx @vinnybaxter

[ehlnofay]

The Dragonborn does not speak at the council, for all the trouble she went to arranging it.

She sits in a straight-backed chair at the head of the table, her sword in its scabbard resting against the stone. (She was the only one permitted to carry a weapon into the assembly.) Lydia, her sharp-faced housecarl, is seated to her left.

It’s the Dragonborn’s council, for all intents and purposes – it may not have been her idea, but it was she who petitioned for it, persuading Arngeir and then the war-leaders and the dignitaries they dragged with them. It was for her sake alone (Dragonborn, Ysmir, legend come to life) that some agreed to attend at all.

But when the council finally begins, kings and warriors crowded around the long stone table, she is silent. An argument begins immediately, Ulfric objecting to Thalmor presence within the negotiations and Tullius objecting to his objection, and it splinters off into something thorny and onerous. It takes half an hour for discussion to begin properly – and then someone says something and they’re off again, everyone around the table coiled tight and wary, and the Dragonborn stares into the middle distance and offers no thoughts.

It doesn’t stop, the talk of trading holds like game pieces and demands that the armies’ leaders be compensated for massacres that never touched them. Arngeir tries to quiet them, and Esbern’s desperate passion riles them up, and when half of the room has leapt to its feet and voices echo off High Hrothgar’s sacred, watching stones, the Dragonborn finally speaks –

Which is to say, she claps her hands over her ears and spits a Word that rips the voices from their lips and the room is finally, mercifully silent.

Her housecarl, the only one who does not seem startled by this, places a hand on the back of her chair and says, “Thane?”

The Dragonborn uncurls, removes her hands from her head, lays them flat on the table.

“I don’t understand,” she says, slow, as though the words are weighed down. She isn’t looking into the middle distance; her eyes shift from face to face like she is trying to meet everyone’s gaze at once.

Galmar Stone-fist, standing by a chair to her right, claws at his fur-lined collar. “We have –”

“Let the Dragonborn speak,” Lydia interrupts, voice and eyes steely. Galmar’s face twists, but he falls silent.

The Dragonborn presses her hands into the stone tabletop.

“Do you believe,” she says, “that the dragons will leave your side alone?”

On the other side of the table, General Tullius raises a sceptical brow. He leans back into his chair. “If you have a point, then make it. We don’t have time for more nonsense.”

Her eyes snap to him. Lydia repeats, “Let her speak.”

The Dragonborn holds up a hand.

“Do you believe,” she enunciates carefully, “that the dragons care anything for your war? None of this matters.”

“On the contrary –”

“Alduin will tear your cities down,” she tells them. Her eyes are eerie dark as holes too deep to track, and even her housecarl is staring at her now. “Only I can stop it. Until you get out of my way, you are fighting over rubble.”

There is, again, silence. Arngeir is visibly thankful for the reprieve; High Hrothgar’s walls, unused as they are to such uproar, can once again, if briefly, know peace.

Ulfric stood up sometime in the yelling; he has not sat back down. He is leaning a little on the stone back of his chair as he says, “You called us here in hopes of a ceasefire, Dragonborn. Truces aren’t made of empty air. Terms have to be negotiated.”

The Dragonborn stares him down. Her palms remain flat on the table; her sword stays resting against her chair.

“But you aren’t negotiating with him,” she says, the words still heavy, still slow. “You’re negotiating terms with me.”

There is a pause. The watchful stones soak in the silence.

“With you,” the Legate replies.

The Dragonborn’s face is blank. “If you truce, I will fight Alduin.” She speaks the weighed-down words as though they are the most natural thing in the world. “If you don’t, I won’t. Your cities will fall as Helgen, and you will die afraid. Those are my terms.”

Lydia places a hand, palm up, on the table. The Dragonborn covers it with her own, mimicking the pose of the wrist, the splay of the fingers.

“Now,” the Dragonborn announces, her voice a laggard echo of Arngeir’s opening speech, “who would like to begin the negotiations?”

(There is no shouting during the rest of the peace council.)

[anghraine]

This passage is sometimes slightly misread, but I think it's significant:

As for myself [Darcy], it is many, many years since I first began to think of him [Wickham] in a very different manner. The vicious propensities, the want of principle, which he [Wickham] was careful to guard from the knowledge of his best friend [Darcy's father], could not escape the observation of a young man of nearly the same age with himself

That is, the "himself" in the last line is Wickham and the young man of nearly the same age with him is the now twenty-eight-year-old Darcy.

Every time I think of that detail in conjunction with Wickham preying on fifteen-year-old Georgiana and, a year later, sixteen-year-old Lydia ... whew. He'd be a shitheel anyway, but however he may present himself, he's in fact a nearly thirty-year-old shitheel who repeatedly targets girls in their mid-teens.

[laurellance]

lydia martin and allison argent in 3.20

[ten-chocolate-sundaes]

“lydia deetz nuts” - beetlejuice at some point probably