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Teen Wolf Ship of the Day, January 2nd

Allison Argent x Lydia Martin

Allison loves the way that Lydia looks at her. She even loves how every so often they are yanked out of bed by a scream and the two of them grab what's needed and go looking for a dead body.

Headcanons under the cut

Allison can't/doesn't drive and Lydia drives her everywhere

Allison does archery with a group and Lydia loves to watch her girl do her sport in a non-life-or-death environment

They ice skate and Lydia absolutely skates circles around Allison

Lydia has a list of date ideas and they go on a date once a week

Lydia and Allison are an incredible team, with Allison's weapons and Lydia's scream. They absolutely solve so many crimes

They both love rainy weather and puddles and jumping around in them. Both of them are working on embracing a more childlike mentality every once in a while

They spend a lot of time together but have hobbies apart from each other because Lydia thinks its probably healthiest for them

For their birthday's each year Allison and Lydia give each other stuffed animals

Allison has been trying to read more fantasy and has gotten really into Brandon Sanderson while Lydia is more of a Terry Pratchett reader

They are looking into getting a cat, names on the roster are; Garlic Bread; Nosferatu; Jimmy Jorts; Lord Tuffington; and Sylvester Tom III

i know this isn't new information but dean literally sat on the floor of the dungeon and ignored a call from his brother while the world was ending in order to sob with his head in his hands because his world had already ended and i'm supposed to be normal about it???? i'm supposed to just go on with my life???? when dean couldn't???? it's been two and a half years and i still can't breathe right when i think about it.

I love when the music feels like it is hitting me with hammers

the teenage girl urge to just become frank iero

ftwillz poems are so cool, frank’s honestly such a good writer. but in a unique way?? because it’s not pretty or full of metaphors like normal poetry. it’s so FRANK… both in the sense that it’s so him and so honest. he’s very straightforward and brutal and dirty in his writing, and that’s what makes it cut so deep

when i grow up i want to be frank iero

Rewatching SPN is such a journey tbh.

Like Cas falls for Dean Winchester in season 4. And the writer told us we were wrong and the internet said we were wrong hell the actors said we were wrong. Being a teenager and trying to understand your own identity and watching a show you love bash its brains in. It’s watching Cas rebel against his own family, his own morals; against heaven, hell, God for one man and realizing that’s what love is. Love is brutal and broken and not perfect syrupy sweet. It’s work but not to me not if it’s you.

They made a love story without trying and mocked us to tell us we were wrong. What is love if not standing in the face of cruelty? Did they mean for it to be that meta? Love is accepting the worst parts of something and loving it anyways. The show is bad and terrible and I’ll love it until my dying breath.

Dean dies without ever saying I love you back. A man doomed to a narrative he never wanted. He wanted love and family. He died before his family and his love is ripped away. A show doomed to its worst parts of itself.

Anyways I start season 6 today :))

Do you even know how lovely winter would be if we could nest and rest like nature intended? It gets dark soon and we're sleepy because we are supposed to sleep a lot.

Let me sleep a lot covered in blankets

i don’t think we talk about the way frank utilizes costume, and specifically uniforms, enough. white pants and shirts with sharpied ø’s, the death spells striped sweaters, white standard low wage “salaryman” looks with black ties, the boiler suits, the scrubs, the hospital gown. that frank has always emphasized that he liked “bands that look like a band,” that he stated the jumpsuits were a kind of mindset, that they wore them to understand themselves as technicians, that they would go to work and work on their craft, it was a type of dedication to their artistry. that frank tends to lean towards blue collar workers, towards the unglamorous reality of everyday healthcare workers, towards the unglamorous reality of being one of their patients. that when frank wears white, there’s nothing to hide. all the dirt, all the filth, all the sweat, all the blood, his vulnerability will always be visible, apparent. i think there’s something so important there in his solo work, not only with the content of his music, but that he spent so long dressed in black, dressed in red, in colors that absorb all the filth because they needed to be bulletproof. but that frank chose white as a common thread amongst his solo work, that he would force us to confront all of it there on that canvas, all the blood in joyriding, all the confetti and cake and glitter in great party, all the filth from on stage, all the sweat and dedication, that in a way he made himself a canvas for all that passion and all the scuffs along the way.