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My Dash Did... a Thing?

Okay, so you know how your dash pops up those “You might also like…” things whenever you click the heart on a post? Well, sometimes the white backgrounds don’t load under the text posts, and with their gray text directly on the dark blue background, they’re basically invisible. Anyway, so that happened with three of the posts when I clicked “like” on someone’s post today… but the fourth post of the set was that one of Wish Hook’s face bouncing around like the world’s most excited chihuahua ever, so I ended up with this:

And for a moment, for one GLORIOUS moment before reality dawned on me and ruined everything, I thought maybe this was a new Tumblr feature, like you just see this whenever you like a post, instead of the other suggested posts. And, I kid you not, THAT MOMENT was easily the pinnacle of my entire life thus far as a human being on this planet.

Tumblr Powers That Be, please. This is all I will ever want on this site.

Adulthood is literally just a cycle of spending every waking minute wishing you could go to bed until it’s actually time for bed and then it becomes the absolute LAST thing you want to do because going to bed is the thing that makes tomorrow happen and then you have to do it all over again

your body is not something to be ashamed of. it has carried you through your life thus far, taking in air and pumping blood. you body is not ‘bad’ because you have stretch marks or skin dimples, it’s a miracle.

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Aja Naomi King’s Inspiring Speech on Overcoming Self-Doubt at the 2017 Essence Black Women in Hollywood Awards   

My inner critic is strong but I know that I am stronger. I can’t get rid of him; he’ll always be there, a voice in my head telling me to not even dare to dream for something more, that they’ll never give you that, don’t bother fighting for this. But that is exactly what makes me so fierce. Because even with his voice, his monstrous size filling up the space underneath my skin, I still choose to try, and I still choose to believe. All the evidence of my life thus far is telling me that this is no accident, that I do deserve to be here. When I was struggling to write this speech, my little sister said to me quite simply, “You have everything you need.” And she’s right. I have everything I need because I have her, and I have my other little sister, and I have my mother, and I have my father. And I have all of you, and we all have each other. And as long as we continue to be a shield for one another, support each other, lift each other up, and love each other fiercely, we all have everything we need.

reasons to read Siren’s Lament:

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Bonus: Some butt cleavage

Nothing More [ II ]

Genre [Rating] : Angst

Length: 11.1k

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Summary: Watching the man you love love someone else was the most painful feeling in the world.

Nothing More Masterlist

Originally posted by sefuns

A broken heart was a nuisance, an annoying leech that sucked the life out of you every moment you paused to think about the pain it was spreading through your limbs. Every second you spent with your mind not occupied you wanted to scream and cry. It felt like your emotions were burning embers and anytime you paused to give it oxygen the fire would grow and consume you til you were nothing but ashes.

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You are in charge of how you react to the events that occur in your life.
Thus, you are in charge of how your life appears to be.
Is it happy? Is life worth living? Do your wildest dreams dance in your reality?

Or is it filled with problems? Annoyances? Pesky little things that never seem to go away?

Change the way in which you react to the events in your life, and you are able to change the way in which life’s events treat you.

—  Nicole Addison @thepowerwithin
Comfort Inn Ending | 7  (FINAL)

“It was you who Jungkook gave his heart to- that is, until the day you broke it. And it is you now, hoping that some faultlines can be repaired, and that some broken hearts can be put back together again.”

pairing: jungkook x reader
genre: smut, angst
wordcount: 10k

part one | two | three | four | five | six | seven

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accidentalkilljoys  asked:

okay but what if Derek was a hug deliveryman and Stiles ordered a hug

“Stiles Stilinski?”

Stiles looks up, his mouth dropping open when he reaches the pinnacle of stubbled beauty that is the man’s face. 

“Oh wow,” he says, “wow, I would not have called the leather.” 

“Excuse me?” 

Stiles kind of wants to marry his eyebrows. There’s something kind of Bronte about them, dark and brooding, like they could carry him across a windswept moor. He might be wearing a dress in this scenario. He’s comfortable in his masculinity. 

“You’re a little later than I was expecting -” he raises an eyebrow, his pause expectant. 

“Derek.”

“Derek, right. I am running late for forensics, Derek, so we’ll do the whole getting to know you thing next time, okay?” Stiles pushes his chair back with a hideous screech and regards him for a second. He figures, first time, he should probably go with the clasped hands back pounding bro-hug, only under the leather jacket there’s a forest-green henley that just looks like it smells really good, and Stiles has never been good with temptation. He slides his arms between the henley and the jacket, steps in close, presses himself against body heat and a certain rigidity that melts pretty quickly into Derek’s arms around his back, perfect pressure, snuggly bliss. 

Stiles steps back and beams

“That was - shit, perfect. Thanks, Derek.” 

“Yeah,” Derek says. He looks bemused, almost dazed. Stiles’d go in for round two only he catches sight of a clock over Derek’s shoulder and swears, slings his bag over his shoulder, runs

*

He honestly does know better than to hang out on Craigslist, Scott, he does, but where can you go wrong with a hug delivery service? That’s like hating puppies, Scott. Why would you hate the puppies? 

Scott, sounding frustrated and a little worried and kinda reluctantly amused, insists that he doesn’t hate the puppies. 

Right, Stiles agrees, because all of his plans are amazing and a hug delivery service couldn’t possibly be wrong. Right? 

It’s so much easier to read agreement into everything Scott says when they’re only calling. There are unexpected advantages to college. 

(There’s a weird email, apologising for the mix up at the coffee shop. 

Hey, Stiles sends back, I didn’t mind that you were late, no worries. And then, greatly daring, so about getting to know each other…

He honestly does know better than to pass out his actual address on the internet, okay, he does, but… y’know. Puppies.)

*

Derek’s early. 

No leather this time, though, which is thoughtful of him, just a dark red sweater with thumb holes that should possibly be illegal. 

“Hey,” Stiles says, eager and happy and grinning all over his face, and this time it triggers a tiny smile in return. “Hey, Derek.”

“Stiles,” Derek says. “Look -” 

“Are you okay to do this sitting down, this time?”

Derek’s eyebrows huddle together for warmth (the windswept moors will do that to you) but he doesn’t look exactly averse, so Stiles tugs him by the sleeve towards the sinfully comfortable eyesore of a couch, getting him situated in the corner and then leaning back against him, pulling Derek’s arm around him. He tips his head back against Derek’s shoulder and moans, faintly. 

“I swear, Derek,” he says, “you were made for me.” 

Derek doesn’t respond. His arm maybe tightens, a little. 

(A little while later, halfway into Serenity, Stiles thinks he maybe hears knocking at the door, but frankly he’s in the best damn hug of his life thus far and nothing short of fire alarms is getting him out of it.

Derek huffs into his hair. Stiles is taking that as agreement.)

***

Laura turns around when the door opens, cocking her head to one side at her brother’s appearance - he’s flushed, and a little rumpled, and almost smiling

“So,” she says, “did you give the neighbor kid the parcel we took in, yet?” 

Derek glares at her, eyebrows lowering, a wash of bright color cresting on his cheeks. 

“I’m working on it.” The tilting of his mouth looks almost involuntary. “I’ll try again tomorrow,” he says. 

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“My name is Meteora.”

She stated, looming darkly over her two unsettled henchmen.
This is Heinous Meteora taking back the wheel of her potentially messed up life and doesn’t look pretty at all. A forgotten daughter who reached her breaking point, with an understandable rage against the sparkling, glittering Mewni, the Kingdom that kept sweeping its problems under the royal carpet for too long, and now they’re coming back in the form a very angry prodigal son daughter.

I don’t know if Meteora is truly going to be the show’s main villain, but I’d like to share my two cents, some kind of theory; the fact that we got to know her as someone continuously hiding her cheek marks, arguably the most distinctive feature of the show’s universe, perhaps with some self-loathing put into here and there, already tells a tragic backstory on its own.

Princess Meteora was the illegitimate daughter of a traitor, born from a marriage that Mewmans definitely considered blasphemy, disgusting, heinous, the latter perhaps being a derogatory term to address the very existence of this “unholy” child, a name which she then took for herself instead with pride and as a way to strike fear into her enemies, that very fear she had to live through for most of her life, and thus she became known as the dreaded Mrs. Heinous.

The reason she was obsessed with hiding her heritage wasn’t out of shame nor spite, but fear. She probably witnessed what Mewmans capable of, how ruthless they can be, terrified of people finding out her true identity and slaying her like the disgusting monster they thought she was. 

Desperate, over time she found new, morally unorthodox ways to conceal her more monstrous side, managing to hide in plain sight for centuries, but this had the terrible side effects of greatly slowing down her aging process and mess up with her mind and memories, in a way that she couldn’t distinguish lies (her own lies) from reality anymore, becoming her own mask.

Like an actual meteor, she wandered for years, lost, doing the only thing she knew she had to do: hide, by any means possible. She may have forgotten her true identity, but not the sheer terror she grew up with, the horror of what they’ll do to her the moment her cheek marks were to show up. And so she kept going, living up to that fake name she chose for herself.

In a moment, however, Meteora was snapped back into reality, as if she had woken up from a dream within a nightmare, a cracking dam suddenly breaking inside of her, a raging flow of memories and grudge taking over her emotions and motivations. Heinous is gone, Meteora steps in, once again embracing an identity society tailored for her: a vengeful monster. They’d treat her as one either way, so she finally chose to prove them right.

This has probably been mentioned already, but I have to get this off my chest

So Star Trek:Into Darkness was a great film - in fact, I loved all three movies. But one little thing that always bugged me was how much Bones was downplayed. I particularly have a lot of feelings for this scene:

Now, there is truth to that - Spock did capture Khan, whose blood was used to generate the life-saving serum. Spock risked his own life to capture a dangerous, near-invincible psychopath for Kirk (even though his initial intention was to kill Khan out of revenge and had to be begged by Uhura to spare his life). So I’m not going to deny the importance of Spock’s role in Jim’s revival (I love Spock, love his friendship with Kirk, not knocking that one bit). But tell me, was it Spock who:

- injected some of Khan’s blood into a dead tribble out of scientific curiosity, to study its incredible regenerative powers?

- discovered that the Tribble had been brought back to life, thus realising that Khan’s blood could be used to bring back Kirk?

- had the quick thinking to cryogenically freeze Kirk’s body in order to prevent his organs decomposing to a point that would be beyond saving?

- took Khan’s blood - breaking countless ethical guidelines in the process - and dedicated his time to generating a serum (surely that must have taken days, if not weeks, to generate a successful serum that could be safely used to medicate a human)?

- carefully nursed Kirk back to health?

Nope, all Bones. Now, I don’t have proof as to what happened during the two weeks Kirk was in a coma, but do you honestly think that this man:

… just carried on as normal? Or do you think he never left Jim’s bedside unless he was physically dragged away by other crew members so that he could eat/sleep before collapsing? Of course, Bones being Bones, he’s very flippant when his part in rescuing Jim is ignored:

… even mentioning Uhura’s part in it, because he won’t take all the credit, he acknowledges all who helped. Because he doesn’t care about recognition or thanks when it comes to Jim - he just wants to keep his best friend ALIVE. But why oh why couldn’t we just get a little acknowledgement from someone else about how Doctor Leonard Horatio “Badass” McCoy literally CHEATED DEATH and brought a dead man back to life as though it was just a normal part of a medic’s life?! The fact that he broke several medical ethics laws, thus risking his whole career, just to give the ship her captain back? WHY DOES NO ONE SEEM TO ACKNOWLEDGE THIS?! And don’t get me started on the fact that he didn’t even get to say goodbye and the first time he sees Jim after the warp core incident is when he is lying in a freaking body bag on one of the biobeds.

So like, Logan’s canonically really short, right 

And he canonically “borrows” Scott’s vehicles without asking 

And Scott is like, a foot taller than him 

You know that Logan has to move the driver’s seat up when he takes Scott’s car, and he doesn’t move it back when he’s done, and so Scott always knows after Logan takes his car because he tries to get in and there’s just no room for all that leg he has, just no room 

And tbh these two inconveniencing each other with minor shit like this is the reason I live

Get the Girl [Klaus Mikaelson x Reader]

Requested: no

Summary: (Y/n) Salvatore is kidnapped by Klaus while Elena is kidnapped by Rebekah. The Salvatore must choose between which of the two lives and comes back while the other dies. They pick Elena and (Y/n) feels betrayed. Klaus takes pity on her and spares her life on the condition that she live with Mikaelsons. She accepts and bonds with the family, especially with Klaus.

Word count: 3358

Warnings: swearing, Salvatores being jerks

Request HERE.

Originally posted by malachaisangel

You walked down the stairs of the Salvatore boarding house in your pajamas to find your brothers and their friends scheming.

You rolled your eyes, there was always something wrong in Mystic Falls, and the people in the living room were always involved somehow, “What is it this time?” you asked, sitting down beside Damon.

“We may or may not have pissed of Klaus Mikaelson by killing his big brother Finn.” Your brother, Stefan said, “And we’re trying to anticipate what he is going to do in return.” Damon finished.

“Really, you guys? I have an idea! Let’s piss off the Original fucking Hybrid by killing his Original brother. That will not at all have negative side effect that could kill us all!” you raised your hands in the air and looked at your raven-haired brother skeptically, “And you just had to kill Finn, of all of them. The least dangerous one to us! Why not someone Rebekah? She’s much more of a threat! And she’s closer to Klaus. You can’t even do something stupid correctly!” You put your head in your hands, “I can to this right now, I need a drink, or drinks.” You said before getting up and making coffee, adding a hint of alcohol in the mug.

You walked back to them and spoke again, “Well, since you’re already in this shit, I might as well help you guys.”

“No, you aren’t. You are staying very calmly in this house, not going out until we are done with this Mikaelson situation.” Damon said, Stefan nodded behind him.

You threw them a shocked and annoyed look, “Are you guys serious? I know I was turned a bit later than you but I’m still a 160 years old vampire. I’m pretty sure I have as much a capacity to defend myself than Matty-boy over there.” You nodded your head towards the blue-eyed boy.

“Fine, then you can defend yourself here.” Damon replied.

You knew that your brother was stubborn but you were too, “But-”

“No buts, (Y/n). You are staying here, end of story!” Stefan intervened.

Once Stefan entered the fight, it was over, two against one, victory was impossible for you, “Fine!” you yelled, admitting defeat. You stormed back up the stairs, furious.

You decided that, since you couldn’t do anything, you would eavesdrop on their plan. They were going to… use Caroline as bait for Klaus and… verify if they were from his bloodline… You couldn’t be bothered to listen to the rest due to rage against your brothers not letting you go with them. Although, you heard that Elena had also been placed under house arrest, your brother, as much as you loved them, were a real pain in the ass.

You heard them all leave and you ran down the stairs, grabbing your jean jacket when a figure stood before you, “Just the one I was looking for.” He smirked.

Your eyes widened, not expecting this, “Niklaus Mikaelson, I presume? Elena and her protection squad just left. You can go find them elsewhere, I really need to go so, excuse me.” You said before trying to move past him.

He stepped in front of you, blocking your path, “You are not afraid, interesting.” You looked at him straight in the eye, “My dear sister Rebekah is… taking care of Elena. I, on the other hand, am here for you.” Your eyebrows raised in confusion, “I am sorry but, I have to do this.” He said before planting a vervain-filled needle in your neck. You yelled in pain before blacking out.

Your eyes opened, your blurry vision clearing up little by little. You groaned, you tried to move your arms but they were tied behind your chair by a vervain-laced rope, as well as your feet. You were sitting in a wooden chair, in an unfamiliar house. Paintings decorated the walls, you were face to face with a large fireplace, your chair was on a red carpet with an abstract pattern on it. You thought hard about where you could possibly be when your memories of your encounter with the Original Hybrid came to your mind.

“That little shit.” you groaned.

“Ah! You’re awake, love. Good, Bekah and I were about to call your brothers.” You swiveled your head to the right when the British accent spoke.

“Niklaus.” You whispered, “What do you want with me?” you asked.

“You are a what I love the most: revenge.” He grinned maliciously.

“I’m kinda lost here, you know? I’m not a mind reader. What are you going do? What is the great Originals’ evil plan?” you asked.

He laughed at your unwavering snarky personality, “I might as well tell you to pass the time. He shrugged, “Once upon a time, two vampire brothers and his friends decided to annoy a very strong vampire-werewolf hybrid by killing his vampire brother.” You rolled your eyes at how he decided to tell his ‘tale’, “This hybrid and his sister, another vampire, agreed to take their revenge. They knew that the best way to hurt them was to hurt the ones they love.” He continued, leaning towards you, “Their sister and the girl they both loved. Each sibling kidnapped one of the girls and took them somewhere no one could find unless the location was given to them. Both siblings were going to call one brother at the same time, telling them that they had one of their loved ones. They would torture the girls over the phone and force them to pick one.” He grinned, while you were struggling to get out of your chair, “They would be given the location of the girl they would choose and the other one would be kept, or killed.”

When he was done, his phone beeped, signaling that he had received a text, he looked up at you, smiling and stood up, “It’s time, little one.”

He dialed a number and nearly immediately, Damon’s voice could be heard, “Where are they!?” you heard him yell into the phone.

“Calm down mate. Is your brother with you?” he asked, a smirk plastered on his face.

“Yes.” He grunted.

“He should be on the phone right now. Put yours on speaker.” Klaus ordered.

“Why?” Damon asked.

“Because, I have your sister and a stake in my hand.” He wasn’t lying, he held a large piece of wood in his right hand.

You heard your brother making a sound of discontent before the sound of his phone being put down and being on speaker phone, Klaus did the same, allowing you to hear everything more clearly, without having to strain your vampire hearing.

“Hello Nik.” Rebekah’s voice said.

“Hello Bex. Do you think we should explain to the Salvatore brother what is going on?” he asked her.

“Yes, good idea brother, they must be so lost. I must say boys, placing your loved ones under house arrest made the whole kidnapping thing so much easier.” You could practically hear her grinning.

You brothers tried to intervene but Klaus tutted them, “You do not understand, you are not in charge in this situation. Don’t speak unless spoken to. So, here’s what’s going to happen, Salvatores.” He started. Afterwards, he told them what he had just told you. He finished his story too dramatically in your opinion, “So, Salvatores, who’s it going to be? Elena Gilbert, the girl loved by both, or (Y/n) Salvatore, the sister?”

Damon didn’t completely believe him, “You’re bluffing, you won’t hurt Elena, she’s the only way you can make hybrids, Klaus.”

Klaus laughed, “Her body has enough blood to make quite a few more hybrids. If I drain her whole body of blood, and my hybrids survive long enough, I’ll have the time to find the new doppelgänger and use her blood.

Silence. “Sister, I think we should give them a little…” he paused, walking towards you, “encouragement.” He finished before stabbing you in the thigh.

You yelled in pain, blood dripping down your jeans. Your brothers called your name but were interrupted by Elena’s scream of pain and she caught his attention, they kept asking her if she was okay and what had happened.

You realized what was going to happen, tears started streaming down your face while Klaus spoke again, “Pick. You have five seconds until they both die.”

You could feel your brothers’ doubt and whispered, “I get it guys, always get the girl, no matter the price, right?” Knowing that your brothers could hear you.

“We’re sorry (Y/n).” Stefan said before announcing Elena’s name.

You let out a sob. Klaus hung up and walked towards you. You raised to tear-stained face and your (e/c) orbs met his dark ones, if you were going to die, you were going to do it with dignity, “Well, Niklaus Mikaelson, here comes the time when death comes back after I cheated it. I die without anything left but my pride.” You closed your eyes, waiting for death to come.

“I have a few things to ask first.” He said, your eyes opened, “Tell me your story and I’ll tell you mine.”

“Okay…” you said, having nothing to lose, “Well, I was 7 years old when Stefan and Damon were turned, my mother died when I was two years old. I had a friend who was a vampire and, when I got consumption, she fed me her blood to ease the pain. There was no more space in my hospital so the doctors decided to ‘terminate’ the terminal patients and I was killed, with her blood in my system. Thus, began my life of vampirism.” You continued, telling him about everything like how you reunited with Damon when you were thrown in the Augustine prison, they had moved you to another facility and how you escaped. You had returned to Mystic Falls after hearing about the animal attack and saw your brothers again. You spilled everything about yourself to the man who was going to kill you.

In return, you learned the whole tale of the big bad Original Hybrid, Klaus Mikaelson. “You are the only one in the world to know my whole story, (Y/n). Please, do not share it with anyone.” He smiled, genuine, kind smile.

You looked at him, confusion in your eyes, “I won’t be able if you kill me.”

“Did you know that you’re the only person other than my family who calls me by my full name?” he asked.

Why wasn’t he answering you? Why did he ask you that?

“No, I didn’t.” you replied, wondering where this conversation was going.

“I like it. But, I must admit,” he leaned towards you, untying your arms and legs from the chair, “I’d rather you call me Nik when we’re alone.”

You had no idea what he was doing or what was happening.

“I have to admit Nikl-” he raised his eyebrows at you, “Nik” you corrected yourself, “I don’t completely understand what is happening right now.”

“I’m not killing you, love.” Relief flushed over you. He lifted his index finger, “On one condition.” You nodded, “You stay with us. I like you and you did not deserve to be treated as such by your own family. I am sure you will get along with the rest of my family, especially Rebekah. We could be your new family, if you’d like. Also, you wouldn’t be able to go out here in Mystic Falls, I can’t lose my reputation of being a man of my word when it comes to threats.”

You got up and grinned, “Don’t worry, I completely understand. Anyways, I don’t want to see any of them.”

You were talking with Klaus. Suddenly, the door opened, you listened the clicking of heels until a blonde-haired form stood in front of you. “Really, Nik? You couldn’t kill her?” Rebekah asked her brother.

“Oh, don’t worry Bekah, I sure you will find her quite fun to be around. I’ll leave you two alone, don’t kill her.” He stood up and left the room.

“So…” Rebekah started. The conversation was small talk at first but, then you got into the good stuff and grew close. Bonding about how annoying being the little sister was.

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You kept your promise to Klaus, you had been staying with the Mikaelsons for over three months getting along well with all of them. You had just come back from a shopping spree in the town next door with Rebekah and dropped off your bags in your room. You were headed to the living room when you passed an open door. You had always seen it closed during your time here. Curious, you pushed it open and found a room full of canvasses, some covered in paint, others partly and the rest blank, untouched. You walked around the room amazed by their beauty, you noticed that the style was similar to that of the paintings that hung in the living room.

You heard footsteps coming from behind you. You turned around and saw the Original Hybrid leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed, “Did you paint these?” you asked, gesturing to the canvasses surrounding you, “They’re absolutely marvelous.”

He smiled, “Thank you, love. I find that painting calms me. It has been my hobby for quite some time now.” You smiled back at him, “Well, my arrival doesn’t stop you from looking around darling, go on.” He urged. You blushed slightly and walked around the large room.

“Are you really so arrogant that you just have to hang your own paintings in the house?” you said, returning to your snarky self.

Klaus laughed, “And the moment is officially ruined, love.”

“Firstly, what moment? Secondly, what did I tell you about calling me love and darling? I am not Caroline or any of Damon’s and Stefan’s friends.” You said, still walking around the room.

Your eyes fell upon a painting covered by a white sheet. Interested, your reached towards the sheet.

Meanwhile, Klaus spoke again, “Fine, (Y/n). I won’t call you by anything else than your name are you happy?”

“Yes, quite.” You replied. You grabbed the sheet and pulled it, revealing the painting. Behind you, Klaus’s eyes widened as he ran towards you, but it was too late, you were already staring at it.

It was a portrait on a white background. The painting was a girl with (e/c) eyes and (h/c) hair. Your mouth opened slightly in realization. Klaus had painted you. It was beautiful, bringing out your more significant traits, the white background giving you an angelic look. He had managed to represent you perfectly, it felt like watching yourself in a mirror.

You turned around to the Original, “You painted me.” You said, still in shock.

“Yes, I did. Quite obvious, isn’t it?” He said, taking a step towards you.

You didn’t move, “Why did you paint me?” you asked.

“You’re beautiful, (Y/n). How could I not paint you? And, when you decide to leave us for your true family, I’ll have something to remember you by.” This time, it was your turn to look up at him. You were nearly touching.

You looked up at him and cupped his cheek with one of your hands, “It’s a lovely painting, Niklaus. But, you’ll never have a use for it ‘cause I’ll be with you until the end of time.”

You leaned towards him and he did the same. Your lips touched and fireworks exploded on your lips. He wrapped his arms around your waist and you draped your arms around his shoulders. Both your lips fit together like pieces of a puzzle. You pulled away, a smile etched on your face. He grinned at you. Your arms still wrapped against each other.

“What you say about a date, Nik?” you asked.

“I would like that very much.” He replied.

“Now aren’t you glad that you were a creep and painted me?” you joked.

“This is what I mean by ‘ruining the moment’, love.” He said, kissing the top of your head.

“Well, I’ve got to go, I have to see Rebekah about her newest crush Matt.” You told, pecking his lips and leaving a smitten Klaus Mikaelson alone in the room.

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You and Klaus had been dating for a month and a half and your relationship was still going strong. Everything had been going great until Tyler formed a rebellion of unsired hybrids and Klaus killed all twelve of them. Tyler had run away before Klaus had managed to kill him so, as revenge, your boyfriend killed his mother and the mayor: Carol Lockwood.

You knew that your ex-friends would want to avenge their friend’s mother, you just didn’t know what they would do in return. You hadn’t expected that they would attack the Mikaelson household. Unfortunately, the Originals had business in another town and had left for the weekend, they had left you at the house.

Which brings you to now.

You were watching a tv show with your headphones on in your room. So, when the band of vampires and humans came into the mansion, you didn’t hear a thing. It was only when they had scoured the whole bottom floor and came up the stairs that you had heard them. You didn’t think anything of it, probably Klaus and Rebekah coming home early.

“(Y/n)?” a voice spoke, not a Mikaelson one.

You turned around from your seat and your eyes met bright blue ones.

“Damon.” You sneered.

“Y-you’re alive.” He stuttered.

“No shit, Sherlock.”

His friends finished checking the house and had come up to the only other source of sound. They all piled into your room. You looked at them; Stefan, Elena, Caroline, Bonnie, Jeremy and Matt.

“Wow, you guys really went all out for a plan that didn’t work out.” You said, not bothered by stunned people in front of you.

Your other brother was the next to come out of his trance, “How are you still alive?” he asked.

“Straight to the point, right big bro?” You said.

Damon rolled his eyes, “You haven’t changed at least. Now answer the damn question.”

“Fine.” You huffed, “Well, after the two of you left me to die.” They all looked at their feet in guilt, earning a grin from you, “Klaus asked me my ‘story’. I told him how it wasn’t the first the two of you left me to fend for myself, how I turned into a vampire yada, yada… And he told me his whole story in return. After, he made me a deal: he’d let me live if I stayed with them. So, I, caring for my life unlike you two assholes,” you pointed your fingers, “accepted. And thus, began my friendship with the Mikaelson family. They treated me well, I went shopping Rebekah and had fun chats with Elijah. And that’s the story.” You finished.

There was a long silence before Elena spoke up, “Come home with us, we’ll protect you.”

You grinned, “Well, you see Elena, I like the freedom I have with the Mikaelsons. I also think that any of your friends” you gestured to the rest of the people, “wouldn’t hesitate to pick you over me another time, especially my brothers. And, finally, you can stay with your boyfriends, I’ll stay with mine.” When you finished talking, you saw some jaws drop and some eyes widen which, in turn, made you grin even more, “Oh, right! You don’t know, meet my new boyfriend,” you gestured to the figure behind them, “Klaus Mikaelson.”

You had sent a text with your phone behind your back that was complete gibberish to your boyfriend, knowing that he would worry and come back. You were right.

“Hello, love.” He walked over, placing a kiss on your forehead, “Are these people bothering you?” he asked.

“Yes,” you replied, “I’d like them to leave.”

“Anything for the person I love, especially if the people I’m about to attack broke her heart not that long ago.” He grinned.

Realization crept on their faces and they sent you pleading looks, “Being stabbed in the back hurts, doesn’t it.” You looked at your brother, “Karma’s a bitch.”

anonymous asked:

haha lol. sansa hasn't always been strong. nice try buddy.

Sansa Stark: 

  • Tried to break up the fight between Joffrey and Arya. 
    • Also if you rewatch her hearing that Lady would have to die, when she says “Lady didn’t do anything” she intentionally directs it to Cersei and her voice is immediately angry. 
  • Looked at her father’s decapitated head and asked, “How long do you want me to look?” 
    • Tried to kill Joffrey moments after, knowing that she would be killed and not caring. 
    • “Or maybe he’ll bring me yours”
  • Suffered a beating in the throne room and still managed to walk out with her head held high. 
  • Told Joffrey she saw him cry. 
  • Saved Ser Dontos’s life. 
  • Was almost raped. 
  • Rejected Sandor Clegane’s offer - and mind you, this was a man who terrified her. 
  • Managed to stay in captivity and a forced marriage without breaking down, and had to hear about her mother and brother’s death from the very family that ordered their death. 
  • Received rape threats from Joffrey. 
  • Surviving Cersei and Joffrey in general, a feat that Robert, Ned, Margaery, and countless others were unable to do. 
  • Had to watch her brother’s memory get mocked at Joffrey’s wedding, and had to flee, watched two people die, and was stuck on a boat with a pedophile who wanted to live out his fantasies with her. And she managed to get through every interaction with Baelish and hold up a lie and survive.
    •  Immediately lied to Lysa and tried to make herself look as defenseless as possible in order to avoid punishment from Lysa (for Baelish kissing her without consent). 
  • Rejecting Brienne’s offer of help 
  • Had to suffer through multiple rapes from Ramsay, in her own home. 
  • Told Ramsay he was a bastard. 
  • Told Ramsay’s step mother that Winterfell was her home, the Boltons were strange. 
  • Stood up to Myranda multiple times, even with an arrow pointed at her chest. 
  • Forgave Theon, who invaded her home and betrayed her family and killed loved ones, and accepted he changed and suffered abuse just as her. And not only did she wholeheartedly forgive him, but she actively wanted him to stay with her and made sure Jon knew Theon saved her. 
  • Jumped off a tower, waded through an icy river, was bruised and bleeding and still managed to get through an entire oath with Brienne, only slipping up once. 
  • Told Jon that he was walking into a trap and managed to get the Eyrie soldiers, thus saving his life. 
  • Told Ramsay, her abuser, that he was going to die, and then later was able to actually kill him (and watched - accepting Ned’s statement of “the man who passes the sentence should swing the sword”). 
  • Was able to look at her brother’s body and accept his death, which must have been incredibly hard for her to have done. 
  • Has continually spoken against Baelish and rejected his advances. 
  • Had to hear about her second forced wedding day and had her PTSD triggered, and still managed to get through the moment and didn’t hold it against Bran for bringing it up. 
  • Is ruling Winterfell at the moment, and doing a pretty fucking good job of it, even while dealing with her own trauma and the fact that her siblings are traumatized from pretty wild things on their own journeys. 

I know some of these may seem odd to people - for example, the very first bullet I put in, or rejecting Brienne’s offer. After all, those didn’t end up well, did they? But, they took strength. Trying to even voice an order at Joffrey to stop (”stop it both of you”) took strength, especially when he was going to be her husband and king, someone she would have to obey. Getting offered help and rejecting it because it’s from someone she didn’t trust? Deciding to believe in herself and her experiences to decide that she was going to be able to survive this? It ultimately wasn’t a wise decision but it took strength. Not everything on this bullet point was a good decision, or something that Sansa handled well, but handling a situation poorly isn’t a meter of how strong you are - let’s be real, if it was, Dany, Jon, Tyrion, Jaime, basically EVERY character on Game of Thrones would be considered weak. 

Sansa has grown a lot: in how to play the game, in how she’s matured, in her views on life. But, Sansa Stark has and always will be strong, and I’m sorry you don’t seem to understand that. But anyway, thanks for coming to my inbox and trying to…I guess convince me otherwise…? Nice try buddy. :)