For the boys who crossed the lines from friends to lovers to nemeses. But really, where’s the difference.
set in the aftermath of tasm2, including mentions of gwen stacy. harry-centric and unhealthy, yo.
Devil In Me - Gin Wigmore || The Knife - Kyla La Grange || Outta Time - Natalia Kills || Into The Darkness - Will and the Indians || My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark (Light Em Up) - Fall Out Boy || Fever - The Black Keys || Ain’t Your Right - Sky Ferreira || Bang Bang - Willy Moon || Before I Ever Met You - Banks || Fall In Love With The Enemy - MNDR || Saturday Smile - Gin Wigmore
The community in Ferguson is struggling to come up with the money to keep their kids fed, since school has been cancelled all this time, yet people have donated over $12,000 to the murderer who started all of this in the last 24 hours alone. Think about that. And then donate to the right cause.
Violence is something Lydia just doesn’t understand. Why get violent when you could talk things out like mature adults, or at most, just give someone the cold shoulder? But after everything she’s been through Lydia’s learned that most people don’t agree with her approach, so she picked up her own little weapons to use against the supernatural creatures. She concocted things such as wolfbanes smoke bombs and mace to give herself time to run away from any sticky situation she gets in. And when those don’t work she pulls out Allison’s Chinese ring daggers. She doesn’t know all the fancy tricks like Allison did (although, she’s trying to learn them), but she’s found soaking them in wolfsbane and giving a good stab works just as well.
☼ - appearance headcanon
Ever since she was a little girl Lydia was called beautiful. By he parents, friends, Stiles, and just strangers talking to her mom. She never had a problem with how she looked. In fact, when all the girls in her class in middle school were talking about how it was normal to not like yourself she looked at them as if they were crazy. While her self-confidence was great she also became very critical of other people’s looks. People were rather black and white to her, where if you looked nice you were her friend and interesting, but if you didn’t you weren’t worth her time. It wasn’t until she got to know Scott, Stiles, and the rest of the pack that she realized appearance didn’t define a person. She doesn’t limit her friends to their appearance anymore, but she won’t hesitate to tell one of them that their shirt is tacky and that they look bad (ahem, Stiles).