A lot can happen in one night.

My son: Oh, for the love of fuck.

“Every name is a valid name, you dick. And it’s after the president, not the cat.”

Imagine that you have a best friend. Female. Highly intelligent. She starts having insomnia and routinely wakes up screaming, and there are parts of her childhood that she can’t quite remember. These things suggest abuse or trauma in a person’s history. Just when that friend of yours starts to seek help and try to uncover the truth about the memories she has blocked out, a guy comes along with problems similar to hers. Instead of getting the help she needs, she devotes her time to helping him. She pushes her own issues aside, ignoring them as they continue and worsen. She gets physically ill and, more than once, ends up catatonic. Meanwhile, the guy she’s developed an unhealthy interest in (and it is unhealthy when she’s putting her own needs aside to meet his) is committing crimes and at one point, breaking out of jail. While yes, this is Teen Wolf and we’re talking about a banshee and a hellhound... I don’t care what kind of supernatural elements are involved. No characters, male, female, alien, cyborg or otherwise should EVER put their own mental health at risk or let it remain at a low point, just to please a significant other. Especially not one that has the potential to put them at risk. Lydia and Parrish could happen one day, maybe. But not until she goes on her own journey of self-discovery and leaves him to conquer his.

About one out of every ten women is frightened of or repulsed by pregnancy and/or childbirth. It is called tokophobia. So you are not alone.

Unlike Lydia, I wasn’t obsessed with this movie. I didn’t use it as a punishment for misbehaving boyfriends. The one time I did see it, I was unimpressed. I remember hating the movie. Maybe because there were so many years we didn’t get to see for Allie and Noah. Because their lives had such a gap. And maybe it had a lot to do with the fact that she went back to the guy that started off their relationship being emotionally manipulative. That they argued all the time. To me, that’s not romantic. But this time around, I paid more attention to the era. You can’t judge someone from the past, based on today’s social cues. Allie and Noah defied what was expected of them. Maybe the years we missed were the ones where they were suffering. It makes me think of how things were for June in Walk the Line. And I think that Lydia Martin is based heavily on Allie, by her own choice. She studies French, Latin and math. She loves to paint. She argues with her boyfriend and they’re back together two minutes later. I imagine a nine year old Lydia Martin watching this movie with her older sister and daydreaming about a love so powerful that it overrides a debilitating illness. She probably learned Latin to be like Allie. And when she got older and the new girl in school was named Allison, Lydia was drawn in. She’s a fangirl and she envied this brunette just for her name.

“I haven’t seen him.” Lydia admitted. “I’ve been deliberately avoiding the hallway I know his locker is in. I’m not sure what to say to him.” “Tell him he’s an assface.” Stiles smiled. “You’re not helping. Not even slightly.” Lydia frowned at Stiles.

Lydia nodded. “Yes, this is it.” She got out of the car, idly swinging her purse to get a better feel for the weight of it as she waited for Stiles and Allison.

Lydia rolled her eyes a week later as she watched Stiles pout at her and hand Allison fifty dollars. “I don’t care how hurt you are, this is what you wanted. I just don’t understand why all of these guys are hanging around Shadowfang Keep. Or why Cromush is with them. If they went there after Godfrey killed Sylvanas, then Cromush shouldn’t have trusted them. But if they went before Godfrey killed Sylvanas, then how are they helping me kill that gnome and get the attack plans?” “First of all, he’s a dwarf, not a gnome.”  Stiles corrected. “And secondly -” “I don’t care what he is, he’s dead.” Lydia interrupted. “And there’s no explanation for the deviation in the storyline. I hate retcons. Allison, turn left up here.”  She gripped the strap of her purse a little tighter and hoped the weight of it would be enough to deter any attackers from getting too close. She wasn’t comfortable enough with Allison’s ring daggers, yet. Stiles had suggested an alternative and made her watch a couple episodes of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. She didn’t want to put a brick into her purse, but she had settled for one of her small weights. crossbowsandsilver