#whatamianun

[dd-archive]

“Aren't you a little too young to be in a bar?”

#whatamianun #; whoops

[warinherblood]

    Title Graphic Pickup for    becauseofscott

                                              “ Kings can wage wars;                                         but only Queens can conquer. “

#lydia martin #holland roden #teen wolf #becauseofscott #whatamianun #*creo #*graphpup

[werelosingstiles-archive-blog]

whatamianun replied to your post:♦

#lays down and cries about those tags #you have no idea #because what you said is exactly how lydia feels about him #he provides a sense of comfort and safety that no one else has ever been able to #she feels at home when she’s with him

stays with you forever.

#whatamianun #i'm j uST #do you ever cry about it because i do daily ; it's a problem really. #because g u e s s what. #it's literally an unspoken connection. #they both know it's there. #just because they never verbally acknowledge it doesn't mean they don't know. #because they do. #and that in itself is sort of terrifying. #so they don't say anything. #theY JUST K N O W. #f yc kgin

[carryonthefamilybusiness-mo-blog]

whatamianun replied to your post:why is tumblr recommending blogs to follow on my...

#it’s a new thing apparently #if you use xkit you can get the extension to block them

yes. good. i like this extension.

#whatamianun #out of business;

[sarcasmandbatsaremyonlydefense]

Switcheroo || whatamianun

"Remember when you said this was easier than you thought?" Stiles huffed, dodging a branch that was thrown at him. "Yeah, I'm thinking you spoke too soon!"

"Shut up, Stiles!" Lydia hissed, ducking behind a tree and tugging him with her. "She's right over there, all we have to do is go for it and get her to stop moving."

"Easier said!" Stiles glared at her, peering out from behind the tree and aiming the tranquilizer at the witch. "You know, I'm starting to wish we'd brought the werewolves."

"We can handle this, Stiles, it's just a witch," Lydia snapped. "I'll distract her."

She stepped out from behind the tree, drawing the witch's fire as Stiles shot a dart at her. He missed, and he dashed over to Lydia, aiming again. "Whoops."

The witch snarled at them, walking closer. "You think a silly little dart will stop me? You have another thing coming, you tiny upstarts." She lifted a hand and flung a handful of strange dust in their face. By the time Stiles and Lydia finished coughing, she'd disappeared.

Stiles raised an eyebrow at Lydia. "I'll drive you home and we'll regroup tomorrow?"

"Obviously." Lydia flipped her hair. "I'll call you."

---

Stiles yawned, stretching out in his bed and kicking his legs out under the comforter. Weird, they weren't hanging off the bed today. Maybe he'd finally learned how to stay still in his sleep. Or he'd just shifted back to a normal position. It felt way too early to get up, and he wondered for a second why he'd woken up to begin with. Then he realized that there was music playing and something was wandering over his legs. Stiles swatted at whatever it was, frowning.

"Scott, that better not be you," he grumbled, startling as his voice came out higher than he was used to. Stiles jerked fully awake, sitting up and staring at the mirror across the wall. Not his room. Not his dog jumping over his legs. Absolutely not his five three, strawberry blonde body staring back at him.

"Holy shit," Stiles breathed, Lydia's face staring back at him as Prada jumped up, licking his cheek and then barking sharply. Stiles lunged off the bed, grabbing Lydia's phone and dialing his number from heart. "Lydia, we have a serious problem!" He screeched as soon as she picked up.

#whatamianun #v: body swap #[you don't have to reply to the italicized bit] #[i just wrote the first confrontation with the witch] #[and if you want anything changed let me know!]

[msmysticblondie-archive]

☎

Send me ☎ for my muses react to your sending them nudes.

[ text :: red ] um-- lydia.[ text :: red ] are you sure these were meant for me?

#whatamianun #caroline answers #phone:text message

[allroundlostcause]

*pins against the wall and kisses* ((Pass this to the next ten people on your dash))

"And what if I’m not big on sharing? I adore redheads."

#whatamianun #a wild pbk appears #ask

[klaus-sadisticandcareless]

whatamianun said: Klaus calm down. I swear I didn’t drink your special bottle.

#whatamianun #but he did --.

[walkingabovexperdition]

Hello sweetheart. I have a different account now (used to be geniusinheels) but I just wanted to pop in and say hello. We've all missed you greatly but I hope that all is well with you in your part of the world. Take care of yourself and we hope to see you back again soon!

outofcharacter. You even had this url before I had gone away. All is well in my humble little expanse of this world, albeit the weather is sweltering hot. That’s my only complaint, but that’s not what I want to do here! Thank you so much for your kind words & I’m trusting you to keep everyone’s wheels lined up.

& I hope everything is well with you, too. 

#whatamianun

[warinherblood]

Send me an ✘ and I'll put my music on shuffle, get the song, and post my favorite line as a starter.

       " Breath of Life    Florence + The Machine "

                              [ whatamianun​ ]

           ❝ Whose side am I on? Whose side am I                         Whose side am I on? Whose side am I     ❞

                         And the fever began to spread,                         from my heart down to my legs.              But the room is so quiet, oh oh oh oh.             And although I wasn't losing my mind.                                It was a chorus so sublime.                   But the room is too quiet, oh oh oh.

                     I was looking for a breath of a life,                              a little touch of heavenly light.

          ❝        But all the choirs in my head sang, no. ❞

#[ 'the fever' is /the/ bite - yeah - and alpha!lydia? ] #*whatamianun2 #v: breath of life #whatamianun

[lacrossexpup-blog]

[worships the alpha booty with no shame at all]

[if mun wasn't lazy you'd get an ass wiggle gif here]

#whatamianun #answered

[familianegotium]

☤

Send the thing to give Dean a nice wake-up call.

      Sleep had come easily, quickly, and stayed deep and peaceful. Every breath calm and collected. It had been a welcome change from the almost constant horrid sleep he'd endured over the years. But this... this wake up call is not one he's used to. If only because it hadn't been since Lisa that he'd stayed over after a tryst. He wakes to sensation, to a slow burning pleasure that has bleary green eyes focused on the bobbing red hair that belays who brings it. 

                              " ---- Jesus, Lydia--" 

      Almost immediately, hands dart down to tangle carefully in beautiful hair, legs parting further to give her as much room as she could possibly need. Who knew the girl would become insatiable? 

#verse; red lentigums #whatamianun

[cyclone24moved]

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Send me ‡ for my character’s reaction to yours climbing into bed with mine. [No longer accepting.]

Stiles slowly blinked his eyes open at the sound of the tent's zipper being pulled open. Or shut. There wasn't really a way to tell. He considered rolling over to where Scott was bound to slip into his own sleeping bag, but instead he kept staring at the dark blue fabric of the tent's walls. He had very little interest in hearing what kind of weird, woodsy sexual encounter he and Allison had had in the middle of their pack camp out.

He only turned when he felt his sleeping bag gently being tugged upward before that zipper was being pulled down, too. "No offense, man, but if you wanted to cuddle, you should've stayed with Allison." Stiles mumbled, pushing himself up on his elbows and turning toward... not Scott.

"Lydia." he said, mind devoid of any and all conversational skills because Lydia Martin was in his tent. About to climb into his sleeping bag. In her pajamas. And Stiles was pretty sure he was about to die. "What're you doing here?"

#this was a lil longer than i meant for it to be my bad #whatamianun