Kiki turns slaying into an art
she feels she needs to leave,
when the fields are all covered in frost
lydia remembers never losing sight of allison that night on the beach when her kind and allison’s waged their final battle. swords and tridents had clashed and the great sea had thrown itself onto the sand, filling the air with violence. somewhere between one moment in the next, snow had started to fall but at the time lydia had barely noticed. her whole being had been focused on reaching allison and she still has the rock and boot scars on her tail for her efforts, just as she’s certain allison has similar scars on her pale human feet.
lydia remembers their efforts almost reaping success, their hands out stretched towards each other a moment before lightning struck the sand. only it hadn’t been lightning at all. it had been a spell, a spell cast by gerard argent, allison’s grandfather. in it’s wake, the temperature plummeted and the humans begun scrambling out of the surf.
lydia vividly remembers allison being lifted out of her grasp and dragged kicking and screaming onto the shore by her aunt kate. according to jackson, lydia screamed but she doesn’t remember screaming.
she remembers tears of devastation and then being yanked under the waves by jackson and danny as the spell started to turn the surface of the ocean to ice. through some miracle, they managed to out swim the spell but lydia has never forgotten allison, not for one second.
and now, for the first time in seven years, the ice is open and lydia is latching onto that memory as she crawls with human arms and legs up the fissure in the ice and onto the frozen surface of the ocean. she doesn’t want to give erica the seawitch the chance to go back on her promise to deliver her safely. seawitches in training, after all, are far more dangerous than their elders.
in the aftermath of her efforts, lydia is left panting on the surface of the ocean as it knits itself back together, sealing the spell once more. this time, however, lydia is free. free and human and determined to find her childhood friend, her soul be damned.
Yes, but she lives in London and I have to match times zones to speak to her and it is an ordeal. But I am always awed when I speak to her. Some of the things she’s done, my god.
Also I have a multi chapter necromancy fic I have yet to start that she always asks about. I feel terrible. So when finals are done I am writing nonstop.
There’s nothing worse than avoiding speaking to your writing goddess because you haven’t finished anything yet
My roomate(sister) is awesome.
She asked me what I wanted for dinner today and I texted her “the hearts of my enemies” and her response was “not here for it”.
Like she contemplated fucking shit up but said “nah, not today”
So proud of the little sis.
Members of Congress are living off food stamps for a week to protest Republican cuts. It’s a challenge for them, but GOP cuts would hurt millions of everyday Americans.
Why does this not have more publicity. This needs it!
Signal boosting this A) because it deserves to be seen by more people, and b) because I appreciate some members of Congress are actually willing to see what it’s like living on food stamps in order to make their point about how horrifying cutting food stamps would be.
News flash, regressives: people on food stamps do not load up on Snickers bars and filet mignon. They’re limited in what they can buy, and oftentimes, it’s not enough to get by on. Go on thinking these are entitlements that let minorities live lives of luxury, comfortable in the knowledge that you’ll never go hungry.
You privileged, elitist pricks.
Kids, it’s finals weeks. That means that at this very moment I am eating and breathing and living studying and research papers.
I am not ignoring you I just literally can’t get away from the text books. I will be hitting you all back when I climb out of hell.
SEND HELP PLEASE
I am sending in the clowns, by clowns I mean Scott and Stiles(no Derek tho you’d fail), wait nvmd I am sending Lydia and Danny I acutally want you to pass.