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Anyone know where I can fill out that WB The 100 survey? I see all the antis are filling out “unlikely to watch s4 because L.exa died” because they apparently have no fucking lives and I’d like to help counter their idiotic crusade

FMLS90 WEEK 0 - TERMS, TOOLS AND PRE-WORK

It looks like we are going to have a great turnout for FMLS90 when it kicks on on August 1st! This post is the official, Week 0 Introduction. It is designed to give you more details on what to expect in the Challenge and give you some optional pre-work if you are want to get a head start on Week 1.

This is a long post, so I am going to put it under a read more. If you would like more info on what FMLS 90 is, please see this post.

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I can never watch Ouran without getting unreasonably upset that they didnt get a second season. Like really when i watch it there’s just a heavy weight on my chest that makes me want to cry.

Im seriously curious about Fiidora because all the other noah its like “oh yeah boom chronic headache and pain for like three days/ a week/ whatever and then poof ya’ll got marks on your forehead and are a noah and can do some crazy ass shit and get sexy as a side effect” but SERIOuSLY HOW WOULD ONE GO ABOUT HAVING AN ENTIRE MOUTH GROW IN YOUR STOMACH AND HAVE YOUR TONGUE GROW EYES I JUST-


PAAAIN.

anonymous asked:

Prompt: Nurseydex getting together in the style of Jack and Bitty with a graduation day realization that they want to spend the rest of their life with that dumb D-Man and a run across campus that culminates in a wonderful kiss.

My babs! Graduating!! I’m not crying, you’re crying!!!!! (yeah, nooooooo, I’m totally crying here.  My babs, all grown up!!!!!!!)

Thanks for the prompt! Enjoy!  :-) xxxx

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“I can’t believe we’re graduating.   It feels like we just started college” Nursey said, as Dex joined him in the Reading Room.

“I know” Dex agreed, sitting down.  He’d been doing that a lot more with Nursey over the last few years.  They still fought all the time, but they were got along better now.  They understood each other more, and were definitely near Ransom and Holster levels of close, or even Jack and Bitty levels of close.

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anonymous asked:

prompt + kgb spy!klaus and caroline, socialite and daughter of a former nazi doctor, pose as a married couple in 1960s rome to break a lucrative ring of nazi sympathizers who want to revitalize nazi europe

Written by guest writer @princess-of-the-worlds


Shot In The Dark

“What are you doing here, Salvatore?” the man asks in exhaustion, accented voice sluggishly.

Stefan Salvatore stares distractedly into the shadows in front of him. Though unable to view his old friend, Stefan can visualize Klaus  from the surveillance pictures taken earlier today. Same lean build; sculpted muscles hidden by civilian clothes. Those dark blue eyes now shadowed with sorrow and melancholy. Sandy blond curls ruffled messily, though aged with slight dashes of grey. Smooth, square jaw littered with stubble. Though grizzled and scarred, he is still Klaus.

“We need you, Nik,” Stefan replies cautiously. “You’re needed back in the field.”

Klaus’s head snaps as he turns to face approximately wherever he believes Stefan to be positioned, murmuring softly, “You know that I don’t do that anymore, Stefan.”

Not since Elijah fell off the train as they travelled through the Alps, desperate cries lost in the vast abandon of snowy mountains, body growing smaller and smaller until he disappeared from sight, Klaus’ own distressed wails for his older brother ringing sharply through his ears as he gaped at his empty, outstretched hand dangling out the open train car door in horror.

“I don’t do that anymore,” he repeats offhandedly.

“I know, I indeed do know,” the Salvatore sighs in frustration, rubbing the bridge of his nose wearily. “But we need you back. You’re the only one who can do this.”

Klaus barks bitterly, the gruff sound echoing into the darkness. “Lieutenant Niklaus Mikaelson or the Hybrid?”

Stefan falters, his prepared stream of words cutting off just as he opens his mouth to reply. “Both,” he finally admits uneasily. “Only the Hybrid can head this mission; there’s too much at risk for it to fail.”

There is a moment of silence that stretches on for too long as Klaus considers Stefan’s offer. “Fine,” he says, voice rough and abrasive as he clears his throat several times.

The silent night presses in from all corners as the shadow of a man slides into place behind the worn bench. Barely visible under the faint glow of the far-off street lamps is the figure of another man seated there.

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