#readymachine

Stiles is positive that he’s having a heart attack.

“You know, there’s this app that tracks sharks.” 

 “I’ve known you since first grade, Lydia Lorraine Martin. I know that you’ve known how to do algebra since you were six. I know that your favorite color is blue even though you tell those assholes out there that it’s pink. I know that you hate the beach but love the lake. I know you, Lydia”

That’s my gifset for @readymachine ‘s fanfiction for the Stydia Big Bang!

“Do not steal the silverware again. I had a hard enough time convincing the Dean that you couldn’t possibly have taken his pie cutter.”

“Guess you’ll have to stick close to make sure I don’t, huh?”

Bellamy misses fresh air. He misses the soft chirping of birds in the morning. He misses the taste of boar meat straight out of the fire, the sweet smell of afternoon rain, the golden shine of the endless sky as the sun drifts gently below the horizon. He misses the Earth he fell in love with before it became the churning, violent red planet 200,000 miles beneath him.

But mostly, he misses Clarke.

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She wants to sit up and kiss his shoulder and tell him good morning.

She does not want to want these things.

Instead she rolls onto her back and stretches her arms over her head.

Lydia hopes she always feels the swell of joy in her chest when she sees her mother after a long time apart.