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we're not a stupid sports team !

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imssg. @dusty

dustin: go watch the backyardigans landon

dustin: and don't come back until you appreciate pablo for all that he is

dustin: or until you've gotten be a chicken chalupa supreme

landon: every time you order that they get it wrong

landon: what makes u think that me ordering it is going to suddenly make them get it right

landon: if anything they'll just give me a tortilla and call it a day

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starsrevised·:

teddy nods, trying his damndest to keep his hopes on the ground as remus calls him by name. merlin only knows that in that moment they’re trying to shoot up into the air with every passing syllable. once, twice. could it really be happening the way it appears ? did remus actually have his memories ? teddy’s heart is overwhelmed as he feels eyes locked on him; his father was standing before him, alive, looking at him. studying him the way teddy’s studied his pictures all those years. “i’m…” he tries to say something along the lines of i’m teddy. just to confirm it. “i’m your son,” teddy says. tears quickly break through as he nods. he couldn’t even feel his bruised arm anymore.

          TEDDY’S CONFIRMATION is all remus needs before surging forward, pulling his son into a tight embrace. the last time he’d been able to hold teddy was when he’d been no more than a few weeks old, hair bluer than any he’d ever seen in his life with a smile identical to his mother’s. the memory alone sends a new wave of emotion pulsing through remus’ entire being, and he feels as though he’s teetering on a tightrope, and the boy in his arms is the only thing keeping him from falling off completely. “you’re all grown up now.” he’s stating the obvious, but it’s mostly because he still simply cannot believe that this is actually happening. from the very moment remus’ memories came back, he’s stopped at nothing when it came to looking for his son and wife, and that was before he was even sure that they were even on the island. “i can’t believe i’ve found you.”

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starsrevised‌:

teddy already had a gut feeling that he was in the presence of his father but when he confirms his name, it’s surprising but it doesn’t completely throw him. he can muster up enough composure to get through another awkward conversation with one of his parents again if he has to. “don’t worry about it. the x-ray will be an interesting keepsake. think i might put it up on the wall,” he says with gentle sarcasm. he tries not to think about how many times he’s heard someone say that he laughs like his father. but what teddy doesn’t expect is remus’ to somehow recognize something in him —— as that surely didn’t happen with tonks. his stomach drops into the ground below; he doesn’t want that feeling of rejection again but it’s impossible to ignore. “a long while ago, perhaps,” he muses as if he didn’t know for sure. “i’m teddy,” he says. it sounds as casual as he could possibly make it but he can’t look at remus directly in the eye as he says it.

          THE EASY SMILE on remus’ lips slowly begins to fall, his own expression now mimicking the conflicted one his son wore. his eyebrows knit together at the explanation given. a long while ago ? how could that be ? and then teddy speaks his name, and remus feels the world fall from beneath his feet. his eyes widen and he takes a stumbling step back, his breath freezing in his chest. this boy...this young man, he should say, standing before him is his son. his chest aches painfully and he finally releases the rattled breath he was holding, swallowing the lump in his throat. “i..teddy. you’re -- you’re teddy.” he can hardly believe what he’s seeing, and the longer he looks at the boy, the more he can see himself in him. the more he can see tonks. “teddy lupin. you’re my son.”

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mythbrid‌:

niklaus rolled his eyes. not out of annoyance towards landon specifically, out of frustration of his life. not knowing where his family was, not having true control of his life, being a puppet for someone else’s gain. it was all very infuriating. he released his hold on landon’s shoulder. he seemed too afraid of klaus to lie. his expression tensed up. this time revealing a bit of worry. and maybe- just maybe- a touch of fear. he crossed his arms though remained on the rim of landon’s personal space. “–how did she look ?” klaus asked after silence lingered. no longer did his gaze pierce landon’s. “is she alright ?”

          THE MOMENT KLAUS’ fingertips left his shoulder, landon was able to breathe again. he instinctively brought his other hand up to rub the spot where hope’s father had ( most likely ) left a bruise, still watching in silence as klaus warred with himself. swallowing thickly, the supposed mortal brought his hand away from his own shoulder to rub the back of his neck, meekly shrugging. “she looked alright, from what i’ve seen. but then again, i only really saw her during that camping trip last month and just last week, when my uh..memories returned.” his voice became softer at the end of his sentence, not wanting anyone else to overhear him. not that anyone could, in such a crowded bar. “i wish i could tell you more, sir. i really do.”

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mythbrid‌:

klaus applied a firm amount of pressure to his hold on landon, slowly forcing him farther against the bar. trapping him farther. his eyes scanned over his face, looking for more context. friend. his only friend. it was then that klaus realized why landon looked so familiar. in his mind he could see him in the square of mystic falls, dancing with hope. “i see.” klaus’ jaw clenched. “and does your heart race this quickly for all of your friends ?” he applied more pressure before he released landon’s shoulder and brushed it off. to be fair, landon’s increaed heartbeat could’ve had everything to do with the supernatural being holding him hostage. he took a half of a step backwards. giving landon just a little bit of breathing room. “well,” he said expectantly. as though he should have already be given an explanation he desired. “where is she ?” klaus asked. he wasn’t entirely thrilled at the prospect of hope knowing any pair of brothers. where they’re from, that never ended well. ever.

          THIS IS IT, landon thinks to himself. this must be where he dies. in this stupid bar, unable to even move his limbs for a fighting chance. he bites down on his own tongue, knowing that he should be compliant, but there’s still that inner runner, the one who wants to take off as quickly as he can. but things were different now. he had a life here, and just because his ( girlfriend ? was hope his girlfriend ? ) friend’s father was intimidating as hell doesn’t mean he has to run off at the first chance he has. “i’ve only seen her a few times here on the island. i just...didn’t know it was her until a few nights ago. i don’t know where she lives, sir. i’m-- i’m sorry.” he swallows thickly, glancing over to the hand that klaus gripped his shoulder with. “i...would you um..please let me go, mr. mikaelson, sir ?”

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mythbrid‌:

oh, you’re hope’s dad ! klaus’ movements came to an immediate stop. he remained frozen momentarily. eyes permanently locked on landon. his gut had been right: the boy knew him. but he hadn’t expected him to know his daughter. and the overprotective father in him did not like the idea of a teenager knowing his daughter. especially when he didn’t know her current whereabouts. klaus set his glass back down slowly. there was no expression to read after the initial surprise melted away. there was a woosh. in an instant, klaus appeared behind the bar in front of landon. eye to eye with his unnerving and dark gaze. a single hand planted firmlu on the younger boy’s shoulder. “what do you know of my daughter?” the original asked. though it sounded more like a demand.. and it was. all of the previous lighthearted banter was put on hold for the time being.

          BEFORE LANDON can even blink, klaus is upon him. the shock of it all knocks the breath from his lungs, and his first instinct is to take a step back -- but he can’t. he’s firmly stuck between niklaus mikaelson and the bar, with no way of escape. the tight space alone is enough to send him into slight panic. “i--” he starts, blinking rapidly. “she -- she’s my friend, mr. mikaelson, sir. probably the only friend i’ve got.” he purposefully left out the details that would give away landon’s headass feelings for hope, knowing that that probably wouldn’t go over well with her rather intimidating father. “she saved my life, sir. mine and my brothers -- without her, we’d have both been dead.” landon squirms a bit under klaus’ intense stare, but he can’t bring himself to avert his eyes. rule number one of survival: if someone’s got a hold on you, don’t give them any reason to believe that you’re hiding things. 

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          “IS THAT SEAT taken ?” annabeth’s words are slightly winded. she’s just finished up her morning run, and was looking forward to the rather large coffee that she usually got afterwards. normally, the cafe wasn’t so busy this early in the morning, but for some reason, everyone must have decided to wake up at the asscrack of the day to get their caffeine fix. “everywhere else is kinda full.”

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mythbrid‌:

klaus’ expression became one of vague amusement. “well. i’d hate to get you in trouble with my.. shebang,” he said. “so i suppose i’ll just have to take it with me. perhaps he might make a rather decorative top of the tree- and that’d be far more eye catching than a star.” klaus not being in a blind rage over the work of the creators was a miracle in itself but it was safe to say that his switch was still very much on. he meant every word but each one was cloaked by that same vague amusement. the name landon didn’t mean anything to him though he was sure he knew the face from somewhere. “the only way to truly know if one has overstepped is to do it.. and then see if anybody threatens you for it.” not exactly words to live by, but doing so would surely leave an impression. “then you know you’ve done something right.” klaus’ full attention returned to landon before speaking again. he wanted to pay attention for any potential reaction. “niklaus mikaelson,” he introduced. his index finger traces the tip of his crystal glass. “klaus. not so fondly.” 

          LIGHT CHUCKLES slip from landon’s smiling lips, though they quietly trail off at yet another threat made by the stranger. “i...can’t say that i agree with you, sir.” nothing about a head at the top of a christmas tree sounded appealing to him, though he could name a few people who would probably find something like that funny. he opens his mouth to say something else, something about the strange familiarity that landon feels in the presence of the man, but before he can speak, klaus introduces himself. niklaus mikaelson. the last name most certainly rings a bell, but it takes landon a few moments before he can place where he could have possibly heard or seen the name niklaus. and then he remembers it, standing in the salvatore school’s library with hope, admitting things about himself to her after she showed him her father’s name. landon’s head tilts to the side, confusion evident in his bright greenish-blue gaze. “oh,” he finally says, shaking away his confusion. “oh ! you’re hope’s dad !”

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diiscotheque‌:

just the mere mention of hope’s name pulls an involuntary reaction out of lizzie. she scoffs quietly, rolling her eyes. in her head, she mocks the way landon calls out her name. you’re not in a movie, mop head. this isn’t a slow mo moment or a heartfelt reunion. “sorry, we’re in a rush, no time to stop, byeee !” lizzie calls out in a peppy tone, waving at the tribid on her way to zooming right passed her. her expression and tone return to normal immediately after as she shifts gears. she isn’t giving up on this hopeless ( haha ) cause without a fight. 

“what, do you think this is just your super efficient uber ? does it look like we have time to make a pit stop !?” lizzie asks, furrowing her brows as she glances towards her passenger seat. “if you haven’t noticed, fro’ boy, we’re kind of in the middle of something.” 

landon’s questions causes her attention to jump back to her rearview mirror. “shit,” the siphon mumbles to herself, increasing her speed to a necessarily risky length. it’s not that she’s a bad driver by any means, she’s actually got a decent grip on the art of it, it just seems like this may be her audition for the next fast and furious movie. she’s running red lights, making sharp turns, and anything she possibly can to get out of this. “that’s what we’re gonna call the inevitable. you see that light in your arm ?” she doesn’t even bother waiting for a response. 

“that’s how they’re tracking you.” 

          HIS EYES REMAIN glued to the rear view mirror as lizzie continues driving, unable to truly believe that this was actually happening. they were really in the middle of a high speed car chase, straight out of fucking fast and the furious or something along those lines. he was never one to make pop culture references -- that was dustin’s job. his was never understanding them. he shoots an incredulous look towards lizzie, as if she’s just told him that he’d turned into a toad within the last five minutes.

                         “they’re tracking me ?”

          he chooses now to stick his head out the open window, like a dumbass would, to get a better look at the incoming SUV. “shit, lizzie, they’re gaining on us.” there was panic evident in his words, squeezing at his heart with every breath he took. “oh my god, are they going to kill me ? is that what’s gonna happen ?” he grips the arm rests tightly, staring straight out the windshield, refusing to even glance toward the car that followed them. 

                          “lizzie, if they’re after me, shouldn’t i go with them ? are you going to get in trouble for helping me ?”

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imssg. @why do i deal with you

dustin: okay first of all watch your mouth

dustin: second of all, that's all a birth certificate is

dustin: a birth receipt

dustin: 3th of all yes you should know who pablo the penguin is if you give a shit about being cultured

landon: i wasn't allowed to watch tv growing up

landon: i never understand any of your pop culture references dustin

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diiscotheque‌:

“lesson one about the sea,” ariel says. “you’ll never see the most beautiful treasures the sea has to offer.” as she talks, she watches the tide as it comes in tauntingly close to the tips of her toes. “those that live in it will always keep the good stuff to themselves,” ariel shrugs. she knows she always did. the wonders that lurk below sea level are more wonderful than any land walker could ever imagine. “though, to be fair — i think sand dollars are underrated.” 

          “IS THAT SO ?” zoya drawls, inhaling deeply as the tide comes washing in. the scent of the salty air enveloping her reminds her of home, and of a life that she could have had. “pity. and here i was, greatly looking forward to putting that pearl on a necklace.” zoya slowly sinks down, gently tucking her legs beneath her so that she could leisurely reach her fingers down to the rising ocean, the shade of her eyes shifting to match the crystalline colors of the water. “are sand dollars even worth anything ?”

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imssg. @why do i deal with you

dustin: how the fuck don't you know who pablo the penguin is

dustin: awful bold of you to assume you could stop a penguin and his destiny with something as flammable as a birth receipt

landon: am i supposed to know who pablo the penguin is

landon: flammable. birth. receipt.

landon: oh my god, dude. d u d e.

landon: what the fuck

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outgoing → blabbermouth king

nikolai: depends on how willing you are to eat said lunch with me

nikolai: and really "blabbermouth king" ? at least refer to me as dashing

zoya: i might be convinced, so long as there's dessert

zoya: were you snooping through my phone contacts, lantsov??

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mythbrid‌:

“i am quite sure,” klaus answered. “then again.. i may just be trying to provide myself with more benign activities so that i may not shove that man’s head through a wall.” the threat rolled a little too casually off the tongue, he hardly noticed. a signature smirk appeared while his fingertips wrapped around the fresh glass. “it is practically christmas, after all.” the glass is then raised just a little toward the bartender as a subtle cheers. that is the first time niklaus truly looked at landon. there was an odd recognition when he did. he had lived many, many years and while he seldom forgot a face he couldn’t seem to place landon in his memory. klaus’ kept his intrigued attention on the young man while he took a long sip of his new drink. “who might i be thanking for tonight’s service ?” he asked. he didn’t know his name but he never got the chance to learn it either.

          LANDON NODS, making a mental note to add whatever the loud man orders next to klaus’ tab. his eyes widen a fraction at the easy threat that rolls from his lips, though he does well at hiding his initial surprise. “i, uh..don’t think my manager would appreciate someone’s head stuck in the walls. something about repair costs and insulation, the whole shebang.” while his tone is light, he’s only partially teasing. his boss most definitely wouldn’t like it if a brawl broke out in the bar, though something about the guy sitting before him gave landon the impression that any bar fight he took place in would end up in his favor. “my name is landon, sir.” he introduces himself, offering up a boyish grin. “would it be overstepping if i asked your name as well ?”

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outgoing → blabbermouth king

zoya: on a scale from one to ten

zoya: how willing would you be to bring me lunch today

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mythbrid‌:

OPEN STARTER  ⟩  KLAUS MIKAELSON. a dimply lit upscale bar downtown. after dark. 

niklaus was especially testy tonight. if you knew him, you knew that wasn’t entirely surprising. the man has always had a knack for having a short fuse. but after months ( yes, months ; it had taken months to break his free will  ) of being held in what he could only describe as the memory dungeon, he was finally out. finally back on the street. and he was livid. klaus sat on the bar stool with his second glass of bourbon and a clenched jaw. there was a particularly loud and obnoxiously patron across the bar that had him ready to cause a scene but the arrival of someone new provided a distraction.. for now. he set his empty glass down and ordered a third round. “—and by all means, throw their order on my tab as well.” 

          BRIGHT EYES glance up at the sound of the patron’s voice. it was a voice he didn’t recognize, but how could he ? landon had never known klaus mikaelson. he’d barely caught a glimpse of him that night back in mystic falls, and that glimpse alone wouldn’t be enough to help the young bartender ( a job he took on when he wasn’t working at the diner ) recognize who, exactly, he was serving, nor the importance of their interaction. “are you sure about that, sir ?” he questions, as per protocol, pouring his order with newfound expertise. he slid the glass back toward klaus, his gaze then flickering to origin of the obnoxious noises coming from across the bar. 

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wingleadcr‌:

there are tears freely streaming down the youngest weasley’s cheeks, though she has yet to care. her child was here, safe, in her arms, and that was all ginny could have ever asked for. “they are, they are, i just..” she runs a hand through her son’s curls, taking a deep breath, pressing her cheek to his shoulder. “i just don’t know where they are. you’re the first one i’ve found on this bloody island.”

          SOMETHING IN JAMES’ chest cracks, the force of it enough to nearly knock him off his feet. it would seem that they only have each other for the time being, and while that was more than enough for james, he fears that it won’t be for his mother. his mother, so family oriented and protective. the idea of having to see her without the rest of her nest is almost unbearable. “i’m sorry, mum -- we’ll find them. i promise you, we’ll find them.”