the killer years

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STILLS AND SYNOPSIS FOR 4X01 - “GATHER UP THE KILLERS”

FIVE YEARS LATER — On the fifth anniversary of Klaus’ defeat, Marcel is king of the city and welcomes the un-sired vampires to New Orleans, only to find they pose an unexpected threat to his rule, leading him to seek counsel from an unlikely source. Meanwhile, as Hayley closes in on the cure that will allow her to revive Elijah and the slumbering Mikaelsons, she faces a final task that will force her to make a ruthless decision. 

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 The Originals → Episode stills 4x01 “Gather Up the Killers”

FIVE YEARS LATER — On the fifth anniversary of Klaus’ (Joseph Morgan) defeat, Marcel (Charles Michael Davis) is king of the city and welcomes the un-sired vampires to New Orleans, only to find they pose an unexpected threat to his rule, leading him to seek counsel from an unlikely source.  Meanwhile, as Hayley (Phoebe Tonkin) closes in on the cure that will allow her to revive Elijah (Daniel Gillies) and the slumbering Mikaelsons, she faces a final task that will force her to make a ruthless decision.   Yusuf Gatewood and Riley Voelkel also star. Lance Anderson directed the episode written by Michael Russo and Michael Narducci

I’ve spent most of my life chasing the person I want to be. Because 20-year-old me will have better friends, and 25-year-old me will land a killer job, and 30-year-old me will be madly in love. And me 6 months from now will be skinnier, and me a year from now will be more confident, and me some time from now will be better somehow. So much better. For years, this is what I thought. That if I could just wait it out, everything would get better.
     It took me a long time to realize that life doesn’t work that way. Older doesn’t mean happier or easier, and it certainly doesn’t mean better; it just means older. Life isn’t a well plotted screen play, or a checklist, or, God forbid, some waiting room. We have got to stop waiting. Because life isn’t about growing up to be all that we’ve ever wanted; it’s just about growing.
     It’s about love, and change, and crying yourself to sleep when it’s all too much. And working at a burger joint, and kissing your best friend even though he might not like you back, and calling your mom every Sunday because you miss her like hell. It’s fights, and promotions, and hospital visits. And then it’s this: another wedding of another one of your college friends, the third one this year, but this time you meet a groomsman who’s just as down on love and you dance all night. And this: he cries when you say “I do.” And this: a kid with your eyes and his dorky ears.
      Or maybe not. Maybe it’s this: you write everything, everywhere, all the time, even when the prettier kids make fun of you, and the short teacher with the big nose tells you it’s good. Really good. And this: you’re living in a shoebox, by the skin of your teeth, but there’s a bar across the street that lets you read your poetry, and every time you do, someone in the crowd finally knows what it feels like to be understood. And this: your words being published. Your words. Being bought by people who could be spending their money on anything at all. And you sit in your twin bed where you’ve written your entire novel, a dozen empty coffee mugs still dirty on the nightstand, and you scream until your lungs burn.
      It’s all of these things, and bad things, and good things, and the raw realization that it doesn’t get better or worse, it just gets different. It just changes. Always, always changes. And somehow that makes it more wonderful. Because future you may have the friends, and the boy, and the job, but she didn’t get it by waiting around. She is a product of you. Right now, tomorrow, changing and growing every moment that follows. She is kind, and breathing, and beautiful. But she waits for the day she doesn’t have to worry about paying a mortgage bill, and she worries too often about what people think of her. She still doesn’t have it together.
     And maybe that’s what I’ve learned after all this time: nobody has it together. We’re all just here, floundering around in pursuit of being something more. Broken, thoughtful creatures with too much time on our hands, desperate for the companionship of someone who reminds us that we are not alone. We don’t have much of anything figured out. Maybe we never will. But more importantly, I think that’s how it’s supposed to be.
—  ramblings of an overthinker

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Songs about loving your best friend for women who love women.

songs about loving your best friend for women who love women. I tried to include a variety of genres and moods; some are explicitly about girls having crushes on girls, others are open to interpretation… 

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16-year-old Mark Konkov came from a very privileged upbringing – he was the son of a wealthy construction tycoon. Konkov had been dating 16-year-old Karina Zalesov for a number of months but after they broke up, Konkov began to threaten to commit suicide if Zalesov did not come over to his house. When she arrived, Konkov brutally beat his former girlfriend with his fists and then a wooden figurine before producing a knife and stabbing her twelve times in the throat and thirteen times in the face. Much to the dismay of locals, Konkov was placed under house arrest as opposed to being detained. This decision caused a string of protests from people who believed that the case was being pushed under the rug due to the wealth of the family. As Konkov was 16 at the time of the crime, he was only sentenced to nine years in a penal colony.

Too add insult to injury, Konkov’s father, Igor, tried to make out that the couple had made a suicide pact and that Zalesov had stabbed herself, adding that he didn’t find it to be a “murder of special cruelty,” and that “I saw her body and she looked normal, she was just dead.” In addition to the stab wounds in the neck and face, Zalesov also had several defensive wounds on her hands and arms, indicating she had attempted to defend herself from Kokov. His parents both blamed Zalesov for her own murder, with Konkov’s mother, Natalia, exclaiming: “Does anybody think that I would allow my son to be close with this girl? She was not from our social strata. If this girl knew it is not good to come to somebody’s house just like that, she would be alive.’

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“Hi, my name is Benjamin Linus and I’ve lived on this island all my life.”

~Keith take my hand
‘Cause we are more than friends
I will follow you until the end
Keith take my hand
I cannot pretend
Why I never like your new boyfriends~
Yes they are the sweetest girlfriends and love each other madly thank you.