What happened to choosing Stefan being the "best choice you ever made?"
He was… and, in a way, he still is. He’s who I should want to be with. Stefan is sweet and gentle; he makes all of the good decisions. Minus the whole ‘being a vampire’ thing, he’s who my parents would want me to settle down with.
But Damon… he’s who I want to be with. Not because he’s ‘wrong’ for me or because he’s necessarily the opposite of everything Stefan is— no, he’s actually… everything I shouldn’t want, but I do. It feels right for me, even though my mom and dad are probably threatening homicide on the other side.
Stefan is the best choice because he’s who everyone else wants me to be with, who they think I should be with (and who maybe I should want to be with, too)— and I love him, I really do, but he’s not the best choice for me. That’s… Damon (and believe me, I never thought I’d hear myself say that, after all he’s done and that we’ve been trough). Even though I’ve been told time and time again that he’s the worst choice I could ever make, I’m not sorry for choosing or falling in love with him, because I’ve never felt more… as cheesy as it is, me.
So, you’re right. Stefan will probably always be who my friends and family think is the better choice for me, but… as much as I love them and respect their opinions, I really need to start choosing based on what’s best for me. They deserve to be happy, and I’m learning… so do I.
How do you feel about Abraham? Honestly.
“Honestly? I feel like he’s a stubborn fool who endangers himself for ‘the greater good’ far too often—but then so am I. He’s been my confidant for so many years, decades actually. He’s the one man I trust above all others. He’s proof that being what I am and getting attached to someone doesn’t always have to be a negative thing at large—although there’s still tragedy there, of course. There’s always bound to be tragedy.”
Peppering the blonde's neck with little kisses, he stopped for a moment hearing Alois answer him, and arms wrapped around the others waist again with the announcements of possession. A little moan was muffled against Alois' neck as their hips were rubbed together and it only spurred him on to suckle on his lover's neck harder. He'd had it done to himself once, now it was his turn to mark Alois as his and only his.
♔: Between little moans and hums, Alois’ breath hitched. It was interesting how far this had progressed, how reluctant Ciel had been initially and how ardent for kisses and touches he seemed now. Alois certainly felt the same. He bit his lip and let his lashes flutter shut for a moment, rolling his hips again to spur his lover on, receptive of the love bite with some obvious enthusiasm. He was almost panting as he moaned Ciel’s name for the first time.
You're wrong, about me, about you -- about us. Everything you think you know, you believe when it comes to those three things are wrong.-- Let's just say I did a excellent job of pushing you away and making you believe everything I wanted you to. I even outdid myself.
“Katherine, what— what did you just say?”
Who was better sex, Tyler or Jeremy?
… I was waiting for this question.
I mean, when we get right down to it: they’re both pretty good, I mean. They both make me come and, well, that’s what matters, right?
But Jeremy was just… so much more into it, y’know? Attentive, patient… Like getting me off was the highlight of his day, instead of a way to prove he was a big man.
▼: My character will give your a piggyback ride
Yata watched as Anna was walking a long the sidewalk. He promised her that he’d spend the day with her, which he did; and the day had turned out well. They were now on their way back to Homra, The vanguard’s back was facing Anna who had turned to glance at him. “Misaki…I’m tired.” The child said in a quiet tone, almost a whisper.
Yata turned to look at Anna, she seemed to be walking at a slow pace, so it was a fact that she was tired. He wondered if she would collapse anytime soon. He sighed, not taking the risk as he stopped and turned around, only to pick the child up and put her on his back. “Hold onto me like this..” The ginger said as he placed Anna’s hands on his shoulders. And after that he began walking back to Homra with Anna on his back.
If Frolls was turned into a firefly, and was somehow caught in a glass jar, would you let him free if you found out that doing so would put YOU in the same situation, after he becomes a human again? What would you do, other than find out how it all happened?
“I’d keep him in there of course,” she scoffed, “I know he wouldn’t let me free if I was in the same situation.”