Lydia Martin in 3.03 Fireflies
“of course you didn’t, you would have heard me screaming like a lunatic”
“I’d care if you died.”
Teen Wolf AU: When Derek returns half-dead once again, Stiles thinks it’s about time someone told him he is the only one who doesn’t see how much he means to other people.
Goddammit Quinto you and your vocabulary battle bullshit (x)
In which the actors are their characters.
I’ve accidentally ended up in this fandom…
I regret nothing.
I’m so fucking okay with being in the Pandom you don’t even understand
#LET’S JUST THINK VERY LOUD ABOUT HOW THE BETTER SCOTT MCCALL PROGRAM #INVOLVES BEING A BETTER FRIEND TO STILES OKAY #AND NOW WE’VE GOT SCOTT BRINGING SOME SUNNY OPTIMISM #AND DOES IT HELP! #DOES IT MAKE STILES FEEL BETTER THAT SCOTT ISN’T BEING A BIG DOWNER ABOUT THE SITUATION? #YES IT FUCKING DOES #STILES THINKS ABOUT THE WORST CASE SCENARIOS QUITE EASILY ALL ON HIS OWN #WHAT HE NEEDS FROM SCOTT #WHAT HE’S GETTING FROM SCOTT #IS A SENSE OF HOPE #IT WORKS #//CRIES A LOT #IT WORKS. (via rrowr)
Number 9 is life.
I say, ‘I am fat.’
He says ‘No, you are beautiful.’
I wonder why I cannot be both.
He kisses me
My college theater professor once told me
that despite my talent,
I would never be cast as a romantic lead.
We do plays that involve singing animals
and children with the ability to fly,
but apparently no one
has enough willing suspension of disbelief
to go with anyone loving a fat girl.
I daydream regularly
about fucking my boyfriend vigorously on his front lawn.
On the mornings I do not feel pretty,
while he is still asleep,
I sit on the floor and check the pockets of his skinny jeans for motive,
for a punchline,
for other girls’ phone numbers.
When we hold hands in public,
I wonder if he notices the looks —
like he is handling a parade balloon on a crowded sidewalk;
if he notices that my hands are now made of rope.
Dear Cosmo: Fuck you.
I will not take sex tips from you
on how to please a man you think I do not deserve.
He tells me he loves me with the lights on.
I can cup his hip bone in my hand,
feel his ribs without pressing very hard at all.
He does not believe me when I tell him he is beautiful.
Sometimes I fear the day he does will be the day he leaves.
The cute hipster girl at the coffee shop
assumes we are just friends
and flirts over the counter.
I spend the next two weeks
mentally replacing myself with her
in all of our photographs.
When I admit this to him
we spend the evening taking new photos together.
He will not let me delete a single one of them.
The phrase “Big girls need love too” can die in a fire.
Fucking me does not require an asterisk.
Loving me is not a fetish.
Finding me beautiful is not a novelty.
I am not a fucking novelty.
I say, ‘I am fat.’
He says, ‘No. You are so much more’,
and kisses me