greasysaed:

“It’s as if I’m Finnick, watching images of my life flash by. The mast of a boat, a silver parachute, Mags laughing, a pink sky, Beetee’s trident, Annie in her wedding dress, waves breaking over rocks. T h e n  i t s  o v e r .”

It’s Okay

youcandoitscott:

alisonsbow produced two ideas, scottsmiles encouraged it and, bobbyfinstok helped me decide which one to do.

Bwahaha

Lydia knew it happened before her mother told her. It was only a matter of a few days before it was going to happen so really it shouldn’t have been that shocking. But it was and it hurt. Oh god did it hurt. 

The phone around one AM in the morning. Lydia wasn’t sleeping, not really. She couldn’t sleep because today was Friday- Friday was the day Lydia and Stiles would stay up on the phone together. The day she would fall asleep with I love you’s floating in her ear. Friday was the day they met, that one day at the stupid cancer group. In the heart of Jesus- the literal heart of Jesus. 

Her mom’s broken gasp was what really confirmed it. The tears were already falling from her face before Lydia even heard her mom hang up the phone. Lydia buried her face into her pillow, sobbing quietly.

He was gone. Stiles was gone for good now. The fucking cancer in his body killed him. His own body killed him. Why would it do something like that. Why was science and biology so cruel as to kill of someone so young. To kill someone so kind and beautiful. 

Lydia’s sobbing got louder as her mother opened the door. She didn’t bother moving when Lydia’s mothers arms clasped around her. If she suffocated against this pillow than good- at least she’d be with Stiles. She’d be with him and she would be able to say those three words that she thought she had more time to say. 

God why didn’t she say it? Why didn’t she tell him the truth? Stiles did it so easily, what was holding her back. Lydia knew that she loved Stiles so why wasn’t she able to say it to his face. Now he was dead and he never knew for sure that Lydia loved him. Oh but she hoped, she hoped to god that he knew she cared about him.

“Shh… It’s okay, Lydia.” Her mother attempted to comfort through her own tears. 

Those words sent Lydia into a new fit of sobbing, her fists pounded at the bed, her voice screaming loudly. She couldn’t handle it. Why? Why, of all people, did it have to be Stiles? 

It wasn’t okay. 

And It would never be okay again.

clarkegriffines:

i just realized that the first time we see octavia she’s seeing her brother after one year in the sky box and the last time we see octavia is her saying goodbye to her brother yet again

also the first time we see clarke she’s locked up and completely alone in a cell and the last time we see her she’s yet again completely alone in a locked room

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