Frozen; colour palette (insp)

Rate Finn out of ten. Eleven.

television challenge → stiles stilinski & lydia martin. (1/5 pairings) 

My desire to fit in was just as real as anybody else’s. All of the moving around, having parents from London, always being in new schools, I felt like an outsider. I just tried to empathise with people’s anguish or angst or whatever it was. If somebody was a bully, I would always try to think about why they were the way they were. It didn’t mean that I liked them. I just kind of sympathised with people.

"Five months of peace is just what I want." - The Shining (1980)

I don’t know why it took me this long to start hating myself, but I got there. It’s a shitty feeling.


Olivia nodded. ”I can’t stand waiting any more. I can’t wait to let go.” I sighed and looked at her eyes, very green and bright. I had to memorize them now so that I could recognise them later. I thought I ought to say something to her, but I couldn’t think of what. ”I’ll give your letter to your parents. Be careful. I’ll miss you, Olive.” I slid open the glass door; air blasted us. She actually laughed as the wind ripped a shiver from her. She was a strange, light creature that I didn’t recognise. ”See you in the spring, Grace.” And she ran out into the yard, stripping sweaters as she did, and before she got to the tree line, she was a light, light wolf, joyful and leaping. There was none of the pain of Jack’s or Sam’s change - it was as if she had been meant for it. Something in my stomach twisted at the sight of her. Sadness, or envy, or happiness.