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CAN THERE BE A MOVEMENT AGAINST SAM PEPPER PLEASE I AM CALLING FOR ONE. HE HAS BEEN PULLING THIS SHIT FOR AGES AND NO ONE DOES ANYTHING. I WANT EVERY YOUTUBER CALLING HIM OUT I WANT HIM DELETING THAT VIDEO AND NEVER DOING ANYTHING LIKE IT EVER AGAIN. I DON’T WANT YOUTUBERS IGNORING IT BECAUSE THEY DON’T WANNA GET IN THE MIDDLE OR START A FEUD. I WANT A FUCKING MOVEMENT

anonymous asked:

Why do you ship Klefan so much? I'm genuinely curious.

Oh nonnie, I am so glad you asked.

So! As you know, they met in 1922. At that time, Stefan’s emotions were off because of what happened in Monterey. It is my headcanon that his relationships with Rebekah and Klaus turned his emotions back on. Now, how does this happen? It’s cause by a deep emotional trigger of some kind, some incredibly strong emotion that can’t be shut out.

So, you could of course argue that it’s all due to his love for Rebekah (which is the biggest reason I ship Stebekah. Believe me, I ship Stefan with everyone), but it could also be argued that Klaus had a part in it. 

Klaus and Stefan understand each other. They see themselves as monsters, but somehow they don’t seem to see it in one another. In the 20s, Stefan tells Klaus he is a king, and this is the first time Klaus has ever been called something more than a monster or a bastard - and a king? He couldn’t fathom it before. But Stefan believed it. He really saw that in him, saw him as being better than his siblings, than everyone. He laughed at the idea of anyone looking down on Klaus. And Klaus has held on to that name since then. He is obsessed with being King. That seems to be his whole purpose in life right now. And it started with Stefan.

The only time Stefan was really in control of his urges was when he was with the Mikaelsons in Chicago. He still loved killing but he wasn’t out of control as he had been before. He fed and let his victims walk away. For a ripper that should be impossible. But it wasn’t. Klaus was his best friend and there’s no way you can tell me it was all about Rebekah.

Stefan is also the only person Klaus forgives without punishing him. Anything he’s done to Stefan has more or less been trying to win him back, to get his only true friend back on his side. Stefan fought against his control, betrayed him, left him, hated him. Klaus didn’t kill him or maim him or do the equivalent to Stefan of putting him in a box for however long he felt like. He didn’t kill Damon, the person Stefan loves most. When things don’t go his way, he usually will attack the loved ones of the person he wants to persuade (look at Katherine’s family), but he left Stefan’s family alone.

When Mikael came to Chicago, he compelled Stefan to forget them until they met again and Klaus could lift the compulsion. I think he always had every intention of finding him again and picking up right where they left off, and did it to protect him from Mikael in the mean time. He didn’t know about Stefan’s guilt because he’d never seen it. It makes no sense to him, I don’t think. How could it? He sees the ripper as the real Stefan and the “humanity-on” version as a cheap imitation. All he wants is his best friend back. 

Klaus is also one of the only people in the world who likes the darker side of Stefan. Everyone else tells him it’s wrong and needs to be done away with, to be stamped out. Klaus would probably still believe that that control Stefan once had is the norm. He’s never seen anything else. Now maybe I’m reaching on that, but honestly? Klaus is willing to accept and love the darkest parts of Stefan, the parts he hates about himself. 

Stefan saw the good in Klaus, the strength in Klaus when all Klaus saw in himself was a lowly bastard. They trust each other (or did once, but that can be rebuilt). They became family in their darkest times. 

I could seriously go on forever, but have I made my point yet?

Klefan belongs together and you can’t tell me otherwise. 

P.S. Paul Wesley ships it too.

Easy Co. is ( So Gone )
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so i was challenged to write a rap about joe by @youfuckingfiend but slowly, somewhere along the line, it morphed into something bigger & greater than that. so without further adieu, please enjoy ‘ easy co is so gone ‘ by yours truly. 

“Vanitas? Are you alright?”

What is it exactly that pierces the sound of blood rushing in his ears? Is it the repetition? They’ve asked this question several times now, each more worried than before. Until Vanitas could no longer drown out their concern with his ragged breathing. He looks up at his visitor, eyes red rimmed and glistening. His chest heaves from exertion. Fruitless attempts to separate himself from the barrage of sensation plaguing his insides.

“What did you do?” It’s only a whisper, but its all the response needs. Those blue eyes look every inch as guilty as Vanitas is outraged. There’s some shuffling from foot to foot while they presumably decide the least idiotic way to respond. After some awkward shifting, the space next to him is occupied. A hand, gentle and most likely warm, reaches out to console him.

“Don’t touch me!” Vanitas swings wide, striking the hand with a slap of skin on his glove. “What did you do!?” He cries again. His voice is too throaty and cracks. The other one sighs. Pitying hand now resting in its partner’s palm. Fingers flex and curl and twist and would they stop fidgeting..

“I turned them off.”

His eyes open. He raises his head, only just becoming aware that he’d hung his head between his knees. He’d also been gripping at the roots of his hair. Several strands fall to the ground when his fists unclench.

“You–”

“You need to learn.”

Vanitas gawks at the interruption. He searches for some aid in formulating a response to his unasked question. It makes so much sense his head hurts. Instead of the usual crawling and scratching beneath his skin that came with these episodes, this time nothing resulted. No matter how hard he focused or pushed or willed these revolting feelings away they remained trapped. Inside. Here they did the most damage. Out there they had less control. He could shove anything particularly nasty outward where it oozed from between the ridges of his suit. Relief was merely a thought and jab of his blade away.

But not now. His monstrosities weren’t forming. Despite the admittance that they’d been disabled he tried again, only to nearly retch from the strain.

He should be grateful. He’d always hated them. He hated the way they moved. The cowardly ones were skittish and the brash ones were too dumb to walk straight. He hated what they represented. Emoting too strongly meant a litter of creatures came scurrying out of him when things got too intense. And now he hated their absence. He hated how much he needed them.

His self appointed therapist figures now’s a good time to speak.

“Crying is a good thing. Do you feel any better?”

Vanitas releases a breath he’d been holding to try and halt his tears. His exhale is rife with tremors. His weakness turns his stomach.

“No.”