school of american ballet new york, 1936, eisenstadt (by david haggard)
Anonymous asked:
how would you describe stiles feelings when he saw lydia bleeding on the floor
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rongasm answered:
I think Stiles is going through a lot in that moment. He’s panicking, because his brain is moving so fast and he’s trying to figure out exactly what’s wrong and how fatal and what needs to be done and if she’s going to be okay. And he has the power to look at it logically and emotionlessly, but it’s Lydia. He’s looking at Lydia bleeding on the floor, and it’s making all of his logic fly out the window. All he sees is this girl who he has given so much to bleeding on the floor. Nothing he did matters. She still got here. She was still hurt.
I think it’s a very safe bet to say that Stiles was thinking about Lydia romantically in that moment. Because no matter how you argue it or what your opinion on it is, we have canonical evidence that Stiles very into Lydia Martin for many years of his life. So I think he was looking at her and seeing this girl who had seemed so effortlessly perfect, and now she’s lying on a floor with a hole inside of her and she’s using up her energy to /smile/ at him.
A huge part of Stiles is blaming himself. That’s a huge part of the reason he freezes up like that. He’s a man looking down at the woman he loves as she bleeds out and he couldn’t fix it for her. He couldn’t protect her from it.
Mostly, and MOST IMPORTANTLY to my shipper heart, I truly do think he’s thinking about all the things he didn’t do. The time he wasted. I think he’s realizing that he heavily hurt Lydia Martin, and he wants to take it all back. Even if he thinks what he feels for her is just friendship (I don’t think he does), nobody can deny that he hasn’t been treating her in the same way. He knows he hasn’t been giving her enough of his time and attention. That’s why he goes to visit her at the hospital. He’s not gonna do that anymore. She’s Lydia Martin and, as much as he denies it to others and himself, he’s always going to be at least a little bit in love with her.
And do you notice that, after that, we got more scenes with them talking to each other? More scenes with them spending time? Mhm.
After this o’brosey picture in eichen it seem pretty obvious to me that scott and stiles will be the ones who are gonna save lydia and since scott can’t go trought the mountain ash stiles is gonna be the one who will go to her. i’m dead bye
I think I’m going to skip all of my classes today because I need a “me” day. The problem with “me” days is that I need them four times a week. The problem with me is that I’m very smart and very capable (or so I’ve been told) but my laziness hinders me. Laziness. They forgot to add procrastination, self-destruction, and the inability to leave my bed to the list. The problem with me is that I’ve dealt with this before but have no idea what to do next. I should email my past teachers and ask them what I did after I sent them messages excusing my week-long absences from class due to “personal reasons.” I should stop scratching my hand in case my mom asks me if I’m okay again. I am okay. I am doing fine. But I have an itch that I cannot place, an itch that changes locations when my fingers find it. The problem with me is that I will focus on it completely until it goes away. The problem with this feeling is that it never goes away. It has always been one large itch that I cannot place.
Laughing In My Sleep, Lora Mathis (via lora-mathis)
I once tried to explain depression to someone as like if one day you gradually started to lose both your sense of taste and your ability to feel full. And you don’t know why, but now everything you eat tastes like mashed potatoes and nothing you eat is satisfying. You keep eating because you must eat to live, but the effort that it takes to prepare food is taxing and there is no pay off. You just know it will taste like mashed potatoes. You just know you will still be hungry. So you stop bothering with seasonings. Then you stop bothering to use ingredients you used to like. Then you start to wonder what the point of eating is because there is no payoff. You still feel hungry and you’re sick of the taste and you don’t know if you will ever enjoy food again and you don’t know why this is happening.
If someone comes up to you in this scenario and says, “Well have you tried spicing your food? Using different ingredients? Eating foods you used to love?” It isn’t necessarily helpful because the reason you stopped doing all that in the first place is that everything…tasted…like mashed…potatoes.
This. Completely this.
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