#unspoken connection

[whitedahlia13]

On this day in Stydia history...

The way Lydia's head turned towards the door the moment Stiles walked into the room.

(January 5, 2016)

[buginateacup]

Look there are a lot of perfect moments in Goncharov but to me you absolutely cannot top the moment Sofia lights Katya’s cigarette. The sudden silence, the mutual understanding of I love you and I will burn you to ashes. The way Sofia’s fingers linger on the box of matches, the way Katya blows smoke like she’s building a screen for the two of them to have a moment of alone...

[winged-bat]

thinking about cass having comphet

[dnangelic]

daisuke’s desire to be independent and confident and reliable like dark versus dark’s desire for compassion and vulnerability and intimacy like daisuke. it’s never one or the other it’s always both of them at once wanting to be like their inversions and yet thereby producing the exact same singular individual at their core. a devil with a cherub heart and a cherub with a devil’s, both of them in the longing dark!!

[theajaheira]

he wants so bad to find out where she dangles it. like genuinely in his head he is so clearly running through the options without a hint of self flagellation for objectifying a coworker or whatever. she says that and he immediately starts picturing Scenarios with that excellent academic brain of his. this is why she did it btw

[yuridovewing]

sorry to post a negative wof thing but sometimes i remember the “morrowseer is moonwatcher’s dad but no one knows or cares, its just this quirky trivia thing” bit and get irrationally frustrated. like if you didnt have any ideas on what to do with that tui then you couldve just. not done it.

[pissfaggit]

And they were kind of girl best friends here

[whitedahlia13]

That's Where You'll Find Me

Chapter 11: The Road Through the Forest

Fandom: Teen Wolf / The Wizard of Oz AU

Characters: Stiles + Lydia, Prada

Towards evening they came to a great forest, where the trees grew so big and close together that their branches met over the road of yellow brick. It was almost dark under the trees, for the branches shut out the daylight. But the travelers did not stop, and went on into the forest.  - L. Frank Baum, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz

After breakfast, Lydia and Noah check out at the front desk. Mr. Brindley helps them with their bags, walking them to the Jeep and bidding them a fond farewell.

Outside, the Brindley Arms looks slightly different than it did last night. The red paint on the door seems more polished, the shutters less weathered, the overhead sign straighter.

As they continue down Drover Street, Lydia notices that the other buildings appear tidier, the fences less rickety, the people more cheerful. She wonders if it’s the influence of the morning sun or if the magic from the token is already taking effect. It wouldn’t be the only thing to have progressed overnight.

Something has shifted between her and Noah as well. Their smiles are more frequent and less reserved. The looks they exchange last longer than before. Occasionally, when they talk, they touch… fingertips tapping a shoulder or a wrist, knuckles nudging an elbow or a knee.

Noah touches her so gently, and his interest in her is limitless. She can hear it in the delivery and phrasing of his questions. She can see it in his expression as she responds to each of them.

He likes her.

He likes her, and here, in this strange new world—of all places—she isn’t too suspicious or too scared to appreciate it…like she was in sophomore year.

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[dehvils]

wasn't the biggest alicent/rhaenyra shipper.... things are changing... things are MAJORLY changing ....

[kingsparkles03]

These guys’ designs are so good. Toku monsters are living pieces of art for real

✍️ Adding them to the huge list of things to draw later.

[mirchloe]

okay one more thought before i go back to working - really do like that dion overexerts himself. he's trying to cover so many bases. raz being gone worried him, but also deeply frustrated him. being the oldest, he's internalized everything, so while frazie is also furious that raz ran off, her sentiments come from a unique shame that raz refuses to share. dion is trying to keep the family together, and abandoning the family is pretty much abandoning him. his family is all he's known, and it's all he has.

[copinglink-culture-is]

copinglink culture is being annoyed by the tag being flooded with so many unrelated posts that just slapped "copinglink" on there in the tags, even if it was specifically about otherkin stuff.

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[kalakilo]

there's such an innocence to when adam and harry kiss for the first time in all of us strangers: as much as harry is quite forward and directly asks if he can kiss him, they're very slow and careful about it. bit by bit they move their bodies closer as they hold each other's gaze and smile just so incredibly sweetly. adam feels shy about it because it's been a long time since he's kissed anyone and even with harry's nature and forwardness even he seems careful. they want to be careful with the moment and the energy between them, as any moment of connection like this can be fleeting and fragile and gone before you know it. adam forgets how to breathe, his mind must be running a mile a minute. and once they give themselves to each other after their first kiss they just let go, let themselves be only present in each other

[ennuidays]

to be real i still want to kill myself but its hashtag Okay!

[beeapocalypse]

graverobber+man-at-arms is still a rlly interesting duo to me. romantic or not theres this element of recognition going on where they can both place the upper class mannerisms they still go thru without thought and while not Empathy they feel sympathy for their respective reactions to the expectations placed upon them

[whitedahlia13]

she found an easy comfort with him for the way he soothed her mind. effortless communication was her weakness and whether he knew it or not, her thoughts pondered and then drifted away with his words in a cerebral dance. they were poetic and made love to her before his hands ever touched her. - JmStorm