#have things

[gaylotusthatexists]

i hate it when my teachers are like plot this graph that has to be very accurate if you wanna do the next parts properly bc like y’all think i just have graph paper lying around??? bitch??????

[cantplaywithoutaheartbeat]

@morallymikaelson

Gia had hated it at first. Being sent away when Elijah- when all the vampires she’d been sired with, Marcel, Josh- were in danger. When what she wanted was to stay and fight. But Elijah had been so worried and so insistent.

It had been for the best in the end.

Being away from New Orleans was good for them. There had been some good time in between family emergencies that called Elijah back to New Orleans. Time spent in Paris, just... being people. Being a man and a woman and in love. No almost dying, no crazy aunts, no family.

But then the call had come. And Gia had stayed. And something horrible had happened, she still didn’t know the details or exactly what it had been. But Elijah had called to say he was coming back to Paris. For good this time. And he’d sounded... not himself.

“Elijah!” Despite her worry, she couldn’t control the excitement in her voice as he finally came into view. She ran the rest of the way to him, ignoring other people moving around the airport. “You’re back!” She threw her arms around his neck and held tight.

[fooltofancy]

i amn. so fucking tired.

[ghostfacebignaturals]

what the fuck I got such expensive taste for when I have no fucking money all it does is make me sad

[goodkidsxgonebad]

   "Please tell me again why I agreed to you and your friend doing my makeup, because this is a terrible idea." 

[wheremermaidsdwell]

mcu-thorsif replied to your photo

what is this from, if you don’t mind my asking?

You must have missed the day i went crazy over that

It was a thor 1 promo comic through dr pepper of all things, i was failing at finding it but beneaththethunders found me a link here: http://www.mediafire.com/download/7sw253j1tkf595g/Thor+-+Rescue.cbr  (in spanish)

[weddings4sale]

uhhh. oopsie.

There was an air to Sean, one that made him seem more than he was. One that lent him power and a mindset that let him believe everything was possible. He knew, without a doubt, that the mindset was wrong. He was little to nothing in his own eyes and nothing seemed to allow that to change. He turned to drinking. He turned to self-destruction and self-loathing. He turned to hate, not knowing that he was loved, truly and honestly loved, for who he was by his siblings and friends.

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She was a girl on a mission. Her blue eyes were narrowed slightly, her golden curls pulled back away from her face and her body poised to leap at the slightest sound. Brigitte was waiting. Waiting for her viking to walk through those doors so she could leap onto him with no regard. She wasn't ready, of course, when he did walk through the doors and she let out a small squeal of joy when he lifted her into his arms and kissed her.

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Fáelán was not a stupid man. He knew, of course he knew, that he was in the midst of war with two small children to care for. He knew that there was little time before he would fade away and there would be nothing left of him but a void. So, he used this to his advantage. He kissed his children goodbye and told them to be good and then he ran off with the woman he loved. And he stayed there until he felt himself fade, a smile on his face as he did.

He was cocky to a fault, his eyes laughing despite the stiffness of the rest of his posture. He was so damn sure of himself that when he felt the walls he'd built opening to let her in, he panicked. Emrick lost his cool. He could sometimes feel himself smiling for no reason, he could think of her and feel his pulse race. He didn't quite like the feeling, not at all. He was suave, calm, cool, collected. That's the nature of the thing. So he let himself pretend, sticking to only expressing with his eyes.