#allroundlostcause

[hurricaneheroine]

hello, this is a P S A to say that i miss P B K !!! i need you and Ric back in my life @allroundlostcause​

[timemovesonandon]

@allroundlostcause​  "I don’t know why everyone believes that, but that isn’t true."

Steve just looked confused by that statement. His eyes roamed a list he had been writing on a notepad for weeks. There it was in his own handwriting. Garlic. He rested the notepad on the table to cross it out with a pencil, “And holy water?”

[thatslayer]

Mistletoe + Alaric

mistletoe | accepting

@allroundlostcause​

December 21, 1948 - Boston, Massachusetts

              "You're not wearing that." Faith's seated, as ever, at the edge of Ric's desk in the study that used to be his father's. Ric's beaming and trying to hide it --- his first event as faculty at Boston College and he wants to look good for it. Looking festive, though... Faith's going to put a stop to that.

She slips off the desk and pads towards him in stocking feet, her pumps still poised beside her purse on the desktop. Something she'll hear about if she scratches it up. He's such a fucking baby, sometimes, but she gets it. He's filling big shoes and she is, too. Knows she'll never entertain in that house like his mother did. It's all very new.

      He's standing in the arch hall, in front of his valet mirror trying to adjust his tie when Faith tucks herself behind him and starts to fuss with the tie for him, "Tie? I like. Suit's gonna look good. Reindeer sweater? No. Gotta not have you actin' a damn fool in front of the Dean, Sugar. Just need you to breathe. They're gonna love you. Besides, no way am I goin’ to that thing as Mrs. Reindeer Sweater. Ain’t gonna happen."

                  "You're right," he sighs it out, gives up on the tie and lets her do as she pleases, "I'm over-thinking this. I feel like I've been distracted lately." he smirks at her, glances up at the little bunch of plastic mistletoe on the ceiling then knowingly at Faith, "Distraction's not a bad thing."

Faith returns that with a gentle eye-rolling that he entirely deserves, "Smartass." she takes a fistful of his tie and uses it to coax him to face her, rocking up onto her tip-toes to wrap one arm around his neck and then the other. He has been distracted, and with everything going on it'd have been a miracle if he actually had been able to keep focused but she misses him, when he's gone. She gets his bottom lip between her teeth and tugs carefully back because, barefoot, she can't reach him enough to seal the deal. He helps her, there, bending to curls his arms around her waist and leaning into a real kiss, deep and tender, and longing in a way she can relate to. It feels like ages before she's got the willpower to finally break it, "You're still changing."

[bunker-verse]

             Married Life in Lebanon. #BUNKERVERSE

[shaltsteal-moved]

❛ When you care about people, hurt is kind of part of the package. ❜

TWD SENTENCE STARTERS↳↳ accepting ( @allroundlostcause )

     he couldn’t remember when or how he had found himself frequenting this particular bar but somehow it had become his designated spot to sit, drown his woes and then stumble back to the hovel of an inn that he was holed up in for the foreseeable future. somewhere along the line, he had started talking to alaric – he didn’t see him often, from what ric had said seth had gathered that he had two girls to take care of, but he saw him enough that the casual bar conversation had eventually leaned into personal territory.

seth had been purposefully vague at first, keeping things casual, flippant and unaffected but eventually, after a few nights, he had finally caved and spoken about the only person he had really wanted to vent about in the first place. his brother. the only blood family he had, the reason he had escaped from prison and left vanessa on the side of the road and gone through a fucking horror show for, the only person he knew would be there with him through every messed up, fucked up and stupid thing. except he wasn’t. because richie had left, and that was that.

       “  yeah,  well,  i  don’t  know  about  you  but  i  was  taught  to  avoid  things  that  hurt  me.  ”  seth informed dryly as he raised his glass of whiskey to his lips and the irony of the action was not lost on him. he grimaced, raised his brows and set the glass back down on the bar surface before turning back towards alaric – good, ol’ bar buddy ric –  “  people  leave.  doesn’t  matter  .  .  .  what  you  do  for  ‘em,  how  much  you  give,  wave  a  .  .  .  queen  of  darkness  in  their  face  and  they’ll  just  —-  ”  seth made a sharp whistling sound with his teeth and downed the rest of his drink in a single gulp that made his entire chest feel like it was on fire.

             “  gone.  ”

[damonstevedore]

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You wanna be a mean girl, you gotta dress like a mean girl.

[shesboundtoadios]

"Listen, I've probably glazed over..." Alaric feels almost sick trying to talk about this. "Damon and I, I guess if you listened to him you'd assume we just, ah, bumped uglies a few times. But actually..." This is hard. Lou has every reason to hate and fear vampires. "We were in love. And I left without a word because things had been too complicated for too many years. I'm sorry. Maybe I shouldn't have called him. This got really complicated really fast."

( @allroundlostcause )

Her life with Alaric had hit a low she hadn’t foreseen, but then again, who could possibly predict a vampire-sized bump in the road like that? Lou knew she had put herself on the line the moment she truly let him in, but THIS wasn’t quite how she believed she had. Her heart, yes. Her well-being, yes. Her actual physical life though? Nope. She could survive heartbreak, she’d done it a few times before, but an actual predator that could easily destroy her with little more than a finger?

But she loved him still LOVES him still, even with that atomic bomb of a secret landing squarely on her head. She’d come to reconcile that he’d kept her in the dark to protect her and unfortunately for him, that darkness now threatened to swallow her up. Lou figured there couldn’t be anything else he would hide, not after that. And then Damon…

It hadn’t taken much to figure out that SOMETHING had gone on between the men. Of course Damon planting a whopper of a kiss on Ric the moment he could screamed that loud and clear, but Lou had deciphered more there than she was actually told and she simply waited to see if she actually would be.

It’s no surprise to her when Alaric begins to dissect the elephant that’s occupied the room right next to Damon’s ego. Don’t get her wrong, she’s grown to like that ego and presence, but the silence on her boyfriend’s part about the origins of his companionship with the other man has bothered her. In the moment, as Ric stumbles over his words, the fact that he doesn’t realize that she’s pretty much put the puzzle pieces together bothers her a little more.

“ You called him because you trust him and you trust that he can help. ”  She chooses not to address the confession first because that, overall, isn’t the most important thing here, though Ric may feel it is.  “ We need help. He can help— And HAS helped. I wouldn’t begrudge you that phone call. ”  Things certainly have gotten complicated in record time, but such is the nature of their relationship, it seems. Lou draws in a breath before continuing.  “ I’ve gleaned quite a bit in the time he’s been here, you know… You’re different around him. You try to hide it, but I can see it. I’m not… Mad. I get it. Love’s a hard thing to shake. I just wish you had told me earlier because I’d rather hear it from you than pick up the vibes and cues you give off without realizin’ it. ”  She can’t find it in herself to be angry. There’s so much more important things going on outside that room, like the creatures lurking in the dark that want to weaponize his love for her. His lying leaving out these fairly critical facts pales in comparison right now.  She just hopes this is the last time he feels he has to do it.  “ I don’t know where this leaves us or what it means for our future, but I know, at least, that he’s been not only a great help so far, but a bit of a source of distraction from what’s goin’ on. He’s welcome to stay as long as he— and you— want. ”  Her fingers reach for Ric and wrap around his. She loves him still, she does, but it’s so hard to show it now with her defenses so high. She forgets to be soft sometimes. She forgets that she is soft. So damn soft.  “ Maybe you two can sort through some shit in the meantime. It’ll be good for you. ”

[geneticyborg]

             “  i  don’t  believe  you.  ”   the words were uttered slowly and harshly. he hadn’t bothered to sit, instead he had both hands curled around the back of the chair that sat between them, his grip so hard his knuckles strained white and his fingers were tearing through the fabric. trust wasn’t something that he could afford and he couldn’t bring himself to consider for even a fraction of a second that anything this guy was saying could be true.    “ there’s  no  way  a  place  like  that  exists.  witches,  vampires  .  .  .  werewolves.  we  all  HATE  each  other.  you’re  saying  there’s  a  school  for  all  of  us ?  i  don’t  buy  it.  ”  //  @allroundlostcause  gets  an  unsolicited  starter  too