#therighteouswinchester

   Hi lovely things, so throughout the brief time I've had this blog I've met so many warm and lovely people, a few of whom I've developed actual solid and close friendships with. After reaching bunches of goals all thrown together and an overwhelming surge of gratitude I felt that I needed to reach out to those of you that have made my time on here as incredible as it's been. RP has been an escape for me for over a decade now, and I just love collaborating and obsessing and venting and squealing over episodes and ships and threads with every little bit of each of you I can fit in my heart. This is just a post to let you know that you're honestly, sincerely, all-that-musyness appreciated, and in some way or another have impacted me & my Lydia.

   To the few of you that I consider closest; those of you that – either recently or when I first started – dug yourselves into my Lydia muse more than anyone. You're my precious lil gems, regardless of the length of time between our plots, know I'm sitting here just lovin' you regardless.

♡♡ alphajacksons ♡♡ ; imeveryonestype--x ; infactscreweachother  ; kxmikaze ;  likeithurtsme ; righteouskiller ; secondchancewinchester ; ♡ shatteredhunter ♡; sidekickstilinski ; ♡ solivagxnt ♡ ; ♡ whskeybent ♡

   Everyone else on this list, and everyone that's been a part of my growth as Lydia and just as a person by giving me feels & company to look forward to, I just wanna thank you, okay. I'd kiss you all if I could. Lets pretend. If you're italicized on this list, it really just means that I probably/definitely swoon over you/your writing even if we've never spoken with one another, so you've got a secret admirer ok. God there is a lot I'm shy I'M JUST SHY AND I WANANA LOVE EVERYBODY.

animacorruptibilis ; bluntxinstrument ; coccinoregina ; darkinherheart ; deathwailer ; dwthehunter ; emersuslupus ; formerlizard ♡ ; goldenjackson ; familianegotium ; hiddenxindarkness ; hybriddouche ; jacksonwofficial ; jlmayes ; justaburger ; kansasxblues ; kingimpala ; knightinshiningimpala ; maskcomesundone ; nightxsammy ; ohnxmacht ♡ ; prohevefilidevium ; pulledfromhell ; rebelledmorningstar ; rpfreckledwinchester ; sarcasmandbatsaremyonlydefense ; scarredbyxhellfire ; shroudedxheart ; sixdollardropout ; stow-the-touchyfeely-yogacrap ; sometimesbatman ; sonofapie ; successorofcain ; theporscheprince ; therighteoussoldier ; the-righteous-winchester ♡ ; the-sheriffs-kid ; trustyrobin ; toughactoxfollow ; roythered ; stiles-under-the-mistletoe ; verbooty ; whiskey-whispered-prayers ; xluporum

The viscious curls and snarls echoed through the forest, and even though she had brought this on herself she was horrified. The night was thick on her frail skin, and though it was a hopeless endeavor, she set off to find the break in the woods that would let out at the college's field – where she had entered just as the sunset broke across the horizon. When others spoke of Lydia's intelligence, little did they know the extent to her knowledge, while the students around her within the campus' library would be reading up on 18th century cultures, algorithms and biochemistry, Lydia would tuck books of lore into her purse – having collected an entire group at home for herself.

She had done it, the small bones of a black cat, weathered dirt from the graveyard outside of town, and the torn yearbook photo from her senior year of high school. All dug and buried neatly within a small tin. Stiles was growing closer and closer to death, she could feel it, feel the tingling in the back of her throat as if the scream were preparing itself, and she couldn't sit back any longer. She couldn't take being too late, watching everyone fumble for some sort of answers they wouldn't find.

"What do you want?" Rachel asked, cautiously taking a step back and resting her hand on her angel blade.

"Y'all lookin' for little old me, huh?" The Impala grinned cheekily, fluffing a hand through his thick, newly acquired black hair.