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charlyjordan via instagram

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College lydia kinda spacey and people think she’s just like that but actually she’s Listening

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Stydia is peak ‘well my boyfriends pretty cool, but he’s not as cool as me’

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um hello? actual canon st character lydia martin? actually you are the creator and owner of lydia. actually i heard some guy called jeff davis stole from you so like maybe you should look into suing him idk??? but for real you know i absolutely adore everything about the way you write lydia. to me she is perfect. she is everything lydia should be and you have characterised and developed her so perfectly that the actual canon lydia is ruined for me completely!!! wow i love you so much

how’s my portrayal:

ALICE STOP ILYSM. I’m so glad you making chrissy finally gave me the push to make lydia and allow us to write together again jsbsjsj. Also it’s true,,, jeff can never and will never understand her omg !

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now    i    know    the   truth.    it   is   not   me.

   it   is    you.   you   are   the  ɹǝʇsuoɯ.

(    jane  caroline  hopper  from  netflix’s  stranger  things,  written  by  kat.   )

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“Now I have really known suffering. And I have survived. I am alone — unloved + w[ith]o[ut] someone to love — the thing I feared most in the world. I have touched bottom. And I survive.”

— As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals & Notebooks 1964-1980 by Susan Sontag

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「   ASK MEME :   HOW’S MY PORTRAYAL?   」  * send anonymously or not. feedback is appreciated!

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bentrule·.     ❛  steve harrington

         his hands are thrown up in immediate defense,      a silent gesture of submission.         his mouth is always known for getting away from his mind,      going too fast for his thoughts to be accurately portrayed.            ❝      hey,      i’m sorry.         i’m just      ―      i’m trying to process everything.         this stuff barely makes sense to me yet,      not like it does everyone else.      ❞            he still hasn’t fully wrapped his mind around the concept of another world beneath his feet,      let alone other species in his own.         there’s a inkling of guilt behind his ribcage,      sympathizing with   having a secret you can’t share.         this whole saving-the-world thing is heavy on his shoulders,      the feeling of uselessness when people like lydia and el exist only amplifying when his thoughts wander too far.

❝      i’m not trying to be disgusting or rude,      i just cope with humor sometimes,      ❞            he defends,      although he knows that   there’s a place and time for everything   certainly applies in this situation.         not the place,      not the time.         a deep inhale as he sits back up in his chair,      hands resting on his knees which are clad in faded blue jeans.            ❝      alright,      fine.         chrissy wasn’t murdered      ―      i mean,      she was.         just not by munson.         there’s a lot of shit happening in this town,      lydia.         more than just sensing dead people.         dangerous shit.      ❞

she’s  glad  he  at  least  has  the  sense  to  be  ashamed.   despite  what  her  raised  hackles,   and  genuine  demeanour  may  suggest   -  SHE  HASN’T  COME  HERE  FOR  A  FIGHT.    and  she  isn’t  in  the  mood  for  once.   she  just  wanted  answers.    so  she  lets  him  off  with  just  a  warning,   cold  stare  maintained  for  a  moment  longer  before  she  shifts  gears,   head  shaking  slightly  to  force  herself  to  move  on.      ❝   oh  you’re  confused   ...   well  spare  a  thought  for  me.   ❞    nothing  had  ever  made  sense  to  her,   her  whole  life .    and  even  as  she  feels  on  the  verge  of  getting  answers,   things  still  didn’t  make  sense.   she  wondered  if  she  would  ever  understand  herself.  

❝   well  get  a  better  sense  of  humour,  because  that’s  not  an  excuse   -    it’s  still  rude   !     ❞       she  scoffs,   like  it  being  his  sense  of  humour  is  supposed  to  mean  she  has  to  absolve  him.    absolutely  not  -  she  had  never  done  well  PLAYING  NICE.    but  she  forgets  anything  else  she  was  going  to  say  as  she  registers  steve’s  words   ...   her  heart  thumping  in  her  chest  suddenly  seeming  so  loud  then  as  everything  else  is  drowned  out.      ❝   murdered  ...   what   -   no .     no,    I  thought  she  was.   missing    ❞      this  is  too  much  to  take  in.   she  feels  like  the  world  is  tilting  on  it’s  axis,   and   she  can’t  even  let  anyone  know  because  it’s  steve  harrington.    she  kind  of  wants  to  scream  then,   she  thinks  she  might  of  screamed  so  loudly  it  could  of  cracked  the  air .    but  she  doesn’t,   she  forces  herself  to  think   ...   forces  herself  to  shelve  this  for  later  so  she  can  get  the  answers  she  needs  now  more  than  ever.     ❝   I  can  handle  dangerous.   I  need  to  know  what  happened.  ❞   and  then,   although  it  feels  ripped  out  of  her.     ❝   -  please  ❞ 

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Joan Didion, 'Where the Kissing Never Stops', in Slouching Towards Bethlehem

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I love stiles and stydia and think that relationship is crucial HOWEVER too much of lydias development is attributed to her relationship with him when it should be attributed to ALLISON !

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No roommates home, no plans and no bitches means time to write

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Me banging on the door of the ST fandom: LET ME IN!!!!!!!!

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No offence but when me, @terrorcheer and @argentsworn create a whole TW/SW verse then you will see our power

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lydia  had  been  proud  of  herself  for  figuring  this  one  out.     she’d  had  to  work  for  it   -   but  she  found  when  she  put  her  mind  to  something  she  got  results.  she  knew  there  was  something  off  with  that  mall  fire.  things  just  didn’t  add  up,   least  of  all  the  police’s  explanation  of  how  it  had  happened.    the  last  piece  of  the  puzzle  was  just  getting  the  story  out  of  some  eye  witnesses.  

@pluresque​   sent.     “  did you find what you were looking for?  ”

lucky,   she  already   knew  one.     her  and  steve  might  not  be  close,  but  they  ran  in  the  same  circles.   it  was  enough  for  her  to  exploit.   she  knows  she  could  of  cornered  him  at  school,   but  her  patience  was  wearing  thin.   she  was  ready  to  close  this  one  out     (   and,   if  she  was  honest  -  get  home  to  brag  to  stiles  about  it   )      so  she  smiles  as  he  approaches,    dropping  any  pretence  she’d  been  looking  for  a  movie  immediately.       ❝   I  have  now     .  . .    I  came  here  looking  for  you.   ❞    she’d  not  rehearsed  what  she  would  say  at  all,   but  that  was  okay.     she  could  IMPROVISE.       ❝   can  we  talk?   I  have  some  ...   pressing  research  questions.   about  the  starcourt  mall  fire   ❞

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I should’ve asked you questions, should’ve asked you how to be, asked you to write it down for me.

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Norwegian Wood - Haruki Murakami