b r o k e n

[fatefcked]

really   she   should've   expected   the   question   to   be   turned   on   her ,   but   now   that   it   was   esmeray   found   herself   at   a   loss.   was   she   okay   ??   unlikely.   too   dreadfully   consumed   with   her   own   fickle   anxieties    (   her   family,   torpefied.   her   home,   forgotten.   her   life,   in   stasis   )   to   be   placated   ….   how   strange   it   was   to   go   from   contentment   to   trepidation   in   the   span   of   a   few   weeks.   she   kept   waiting   for   some   sort   of   catalyst :   something   to   mark   her   ascent   or   downward   spiral.   it   hadn't   come   yet ,   but   it   would.   she'd   known   as   much   since   she   chased   her   brother   to   new   orleans. but she would survive. she had to. what other choice was there ??   ❝   i'm-   i'm   fine ,   thank   you.     ❝ 

[ofuntamedhearts]

Caroline didn't take anyone at face value anymore. It was clear to her just by watching the brunette's eyes as she processed the question that there was far more going on under the surface than she wanted to admit. The blonde could respect that. There was way too much in her head, after all. Everything in her brain was crammed together in there and it felt too full, like too much. She hated it. Just the fact that she was back in time was too much to process but if you added in the fact that she was also back in time with a fiance and now her wedding was basically ruined by stupid ol' time travel. Not that she was completely unfamiliar with failed weddings. Her last husband had died on their wedding day after all. Caroline smirked. "So neither of us are actually okay at all. Is that what I'm hearing?"

[fatefcked]

a   low   whistle.   ❝   new   york   ??   far   about   from   home,   aye   ??   ❝   wasn't   exactly   a   hop   and   a   skip    ….       gadge   bolts   like   that,   they   have   to   be   hiding   from   something,   aye   ??   ❝   what'd   ya   flit   for   ??    ❝ 

[ofuntamedhearts]

"Yeah, far from home," he offered forlornly. New York had never been home. The Armory had never been home. New Orleans wasn't home. Home was something with a heartbeat. Home was Jeremy and Elena and Caroline and Matt and Bonnie. Home was something that he had betrayed and then run from for the last twenty years. "Didn't flit. Got dragged here against my will."

[fatefcked]

❝   sounds   awful ,   ❝    esmeray   teased.   ❝   -but   to   each   their   own ,   hmm   ??   ❝   still,   it   wasn't   a   thing   she   would   wish   for.   anonymity   could   be   nice ,   but   impersonality   left   her   cold.   if   you   didn't   live   for   others,   why   live   at   all   ??    ❝   is   it   so   different   here   ??   from   new   york   ??   everything   seems   so   ….   much.   so   many   people,   so   many   things   ----   sometimes   i   think   i'll   get   lost   in   it   all.   ❝

[ofuntamedhearts]

"Yeah, I guess it takes a while to grow on you." Was it awful? Had he become so desensitized that somehow something cold and shallow felt better to him than warmth and caring and the pain that came with that? Tyler chuckled, nodding intently. "Definitely different here. Half the people in double the space, first and foremost. If you think this is crowded, Manhattan is not for you." But the crowds weren't the only difference and Tyler hated admitting that the thing that scared him was the pulse of this place. The mysticism that seeped from the very ground they walked on. "But it's more than that. It's the energy, the..." He trailed off. He didn't want to tell this girl that it was the things that lived in the dark that scared him most of all.

[sniperhalstead]

[ofuntamedhearts]

@fatefcked

[mythclogies]

and i’m still afraid…

[dailyb99gifs]

[animusrox]

[cinemapix]

BROOKLYN NINE-NINE (2013–2021) S02E16 | The Wednesday Incident

[nothingleftofyou]

Queens, Dawn made the mental note. "I don't suppose you know any bars of the dive variety here in New Orleans?" She asked with a twinge of dared hopefulness. "Really? I never saw Bourban Street as the tourist trapping type, always sounded just- cool." You learn something new every day.

[ofuntamedhearts]

"Nah, this place isn't really my usual stomping grounds," Tyler answered, disdain for the Big Easy evident in his tone. A wolfish grin slipped over his face and he shook his head. "Yeah, it's cool for a few minutes. But there's so many parts of this place that I promise you'll like way more. It's like how everyone goes for beignets down at Cafe Du Monde but I bet there's twelve other places that are better for cheaper if you just search."

[nothingleftofyou]

"Hypothetically-" Cause actually admitting she was underage wasn't something Dawn was certain to do, at least not quite yet. Maybe once the amazing advice was given, or the advice was hoping to be amazing. "How you you identify the 'willing to slide' kind of bar?" Ah crap. That moment of having a conscious kicking in. Willing to concede instead of producing an actual lie, Dawn said. "Oh come on you gotta remember what it was like. It wasn't too long ago for you I bet." She only looked a few years older at most. It hardly even showed on her face, more so her clothes and stance.

[ofuntamedhearts]

If Caroline was honest, she remembered exactly what it felt like to be the brunette's age. That perfect vampire recall made it so easy to slip back into old habits, time travelling through memories of a time when life was just so much easier. "I usually just look for the grungiest one around and start there," she admitted with a laugh. God, this girl had to be her daughters' age and here she was encouraging her corruption. "Oh, it was a lot longer than you might think," she mused with a knowing smirk. "But I do remember fun and everyone deserves a little of that."

[nexvsvorti]

❛  you  have  a  lot  of  guts  to  talk  to  me.  ❜  there  are  so  few  grudges  that  hope  might  hold  in  her  now  immortal  life,  knowing  how  deeply  it  hurt  her  father  and  the  rest  of  the  family.  to  tend  to  anger  as  if  it  a  pet,  fester  those  feelings  until  it  consumes  her.  and  while  that  may  be  how  hope  wishes  to  live  their  life,  people  like  tyler  lockwood  would  bring  constant  painful  reminders  of  why  it's  so  easy  to  let  it  eat  you  from  the  inside  out.

considering  everything  and  despite  it  all,  hope  had  worked  to  save  mystic  falls  and  everyone  within  it  as  best  as  she  could.  they  had  failed,  in  the  end,  to  do  just  that.  to  save  everyone,  to  save  their  home.  so  while  she  might  still  hate  tyler  lockwood,  she  wasn't  going  to  allow  herself  to  sacrifice  him  either.

perhaps  that  is  her  downfall  in  the  end.  unable  to  make  the  choices  that  need  to  be  made.  maybe  she's  more  like  chris  than  she  cares  to  admit.

❛  who  are  you  to  talk  about  monsters?  ❜

[ofuntamedhearts]

He had been gone for, what, 20 years now? And yet somehow one of the first faces that he saw once he got back was someone that had a bone to pick with him. It took everything in Tyler not to roll his eyes and move away from the conversation without another word. That was his MO, after all. Cut and run and hide and wait out the storm. Fuck, he missed New York.

The amount of ire that she held for him had him trying to figure out how the hell they knew each other. His first thought was that this had to be one of Caroline's brats. God knew that she had enough reasons to hate him. But the thought that followed was that he probably hadn't even been important enough for her to share photos of him to the twins and so that took him back to wondering.

An eyebrow arched in curiosity and Tyler held out a hand as if to say continue. "You clearly have more that you want to say and I have no fuckin' clue who you are, so please, do go on." Tell me what garbage I am. I've earned it.

[nothingleftofyou]

"seriously? you're a vampire caroline." caroline forbes had been the headmistress of hope's old school, of course chris kept track of any major players around him, but despite knowing just who she was and the sway she held he couldn't help but point it out with a look on his face. "you're the last person who needs to worry about that."

[ofuntamedhearts]

Caroline rolled her eyes at the response, shaking her head. "I will tell you the same thing that I used to tell Jeremy: just because you don't have to try at something doesn't mean that you shouldn't." She had seen this pattern before; Chris and Jeremy had far more similarities than either of them probably realized. Well, maybe not her Jeremy but Chris had so many echoes of the version of him that she knew as a teenager. "Besides, I hate that smell."

[nothingleftofyou]

"good for you." it wasn't said unkindly. chris never got to the place of hoping he could stop, letting alone wanting to. he was almost certain he'd die in some gruesome stupid type way. might as well enjoy the small things before it was all gone. so, for chris, he hardly considered it a hazard. intaking the heat and blowing out smoke, a release. "smoking kills you know. nasty habit." and there he went again, enjoying the irony far more then he should.

[ofuntamedhearts]

It was good for him. New York had been good for him. Ex wife number one had been good for him. The same could not be said for the ball of anger and chaos that was ex wife number two but even her reign of terror had been nothing compared to what he had suffered in Mystic Falls. Literal hell had never erupted on Wall Street, those guys were just metaphorical demons. "Yeah, you should probably find a new nasty habit. Unless you got a death wish or something." It wouldn't be unlikely, especially if he was one of this new generation of Mystic Falls kids. That place bred teenagers with sacrificial lamb tendencies and savior complexes

[fatefcked]

if   aria   had   learned   one   thing   about   the   past ,   it   was   this :   they   hated   it.   all   of   the   ‘   born   in   the   wrong   era   ’   bullshit   ??   so   fucking   stupid.   they   hated   the   music.   hated   the   bad   cgi.   hated   their   fucking   brick   of   a   phone.   hated   that   they   couldn't   even   doordash   paneer   65   when   they   wanted   to   eat   in.   but   mostly ,   they   hated   how   their   family   was   scattered   to   the   wind.   they   didn't   want   some   child   version   of   their   mother ,   or   some   dead   uncle   drudging   up   the   past.   they   wanted   what   they   had   ----   what   they   had   lost.   the   idea   that   they   might   not   get   it   back   ??   not   a   bridge   they   particularly   wanted   to   cross …. eyes caught on something ---- or rather someone ---- pretty. maybe it wasn't all bad after all. sly smile. ❝ i would've. ❝ after all , what were friends for ?? fingers fumbled for a cigarette. they looked at the stranger expectantly. ❝ light me up ?? ❝     

[ofuntamedhearts]

Isaac let a small little wry smile sneak over his lips at their answer, shaking his head. That was exactly what he was afraid of; his friends had the mentality that all's well that ends well and maintained almost zero worry about how their actions effected others. He was the one that was always too serious, took things too personally, on the precipice between glory and disaster. "Exactly what I'm afraid of," he answered, pulling a lighter out of his pocket and striking the Zippo so the flame danced in front of him. He let himself get mesmerized at the sight for just a moment before holding it out to Aria, Isaac's other hand hovering over the side to block the window. "It's my pleasure, darlin'." They were pretty in a way that you didn't see often in his part of the world. A softness behind the eyes that Isaac couldn't relate to but yearned to know more about. "You're new."

[fatefcked]

that sneaky goddamn son of a bitch. how long had oliver been waiting for word that isaac was coming home ?? how long had he been running poor mary ragged asking this and that about visitation and lawyers like she should have a wit. but every time he'd ask , the answer was always the same : ' god willin' and the creek don't rise. ' had she known ?? how long had isaac ?? oliver didn't pay what isaac was saying any mind. pulled him into what was probably a too-tight hug. ❝ you didn't tell nobody you was gettin' out. we would've come n' gottya. ❝ for a moment , all he could do was hold and be held. take comfort in flesh and blood and pack and home and safety. something that he had missed. someone that he had missed. head pressed into isaac's shoulder. ❝ can't do that to me no more , iz. two hours ain't enough. ❝ oliver murmured. it was the closest he could come to expressing the way loss had crippled him. how viciously lonely and frightened he'd felt these past few months. to have lost the only constant life had given him , no matter how temporarily .... one final tight squeeze. he pulled away. took a breath. ❝ nah , you ain't gotta worry none 'bout that , baby. i's been stayin' there. takin' livie over when miss mary's busy. ❝ a grin. ❝ she gonna be on your stupid ass the second you get through the door. ❝

[ofuntamedhearts]

Isaac let out a content chuckle as soon as his brother's arms wrapped around his torso, pounding Ollie on the back almost as if he was trying to make sure that this was real. He had dreamed of the day that he would get out every single night since the moment the metallic sound of his cell slamming shut behind him had stopped reverberating in his ears and the fact that it was finally here was almost too surreal. "Yeah, well, I didn't wanna have to feel guilty about getting everyone's hopes up again if it didn't happen again." The sound of Olivia's sobs when she found out that he wasn't being granted release the last time he thought he was going home still echoed in his nightmares on his worst nights. He had enough ghosts clinging to his soul, he didn't need another reason to toss and turn on that godforsaken prison issued mattress. The words that Ollie murmured into his shoulder didn't fall on deaf ears but Isaac almost wanted to pretend he hadn't heard them. Guilt still clawed at his insides, reminders of how much he had missed. How many milestones in the lives of those he loved had gone unseen and uncelebrated because he was locked up? "Yeah, well, keep me on the straight and narrow this time." Lord knew he couldn't manage to do it by himself. He clapped his brother on the back one final time as he pulled back, grinning at the mention of his daughter. "So she's okay? And you're okay? She looked so much bigger the last time you brought her to visit but it's hard to tell through the glass."

[nothingleftofyou]

"Oh come on I could pass for like at least 14." In all fairness Dawn hadn't taken the time to dress up too much today, and it reflected in her more then she liked. It was annoying to have to put in work to look her age. Then again she was shy of 21 nonetheless. "Those sound like advice type words if I ever heard them." A grin clapped to her face.

[ofuntamedhearts]

Isaac couldn't help the amused smirk that curled over his lips. She was a good sport, and that was something that he could appreciate. "Alright, alright. I'll give you 14 but don't push it," he answered. A shrug followed his words but he had to admit that he was intrigued by her insistence to find some place that wouldn't mind bending the rules for someone underage. "If anyone asks, you didn't get that advice from me. What's got you hankering for a drink so bad anyhow?"

[eddiediaz1992]

I wanted this since our first day in class.

[ofuntamedhearts]

@fatefcked