#queensregnant

[ohmypreciousgirl]

why pseudo incest is so good?

and why we always end up shipping stepsiblings or people who are related even accidentally?

i'm still laughing about me and anya shipping tommy/thea very hard and then

and then yeah

[rlchardgecko]

idk if you heard of the show Sons of Anarchy but it's from that show :P their names are Jax and Tara and if you ever watch SOA yOU WILL CRY BECAUSE OF THEM

[rlchardgecko]

@Aneta same xD I find it so weird((like when Buffy did that musical ep I couldn't watch it because I mean no xD) @Dina I figured xD @Ani really?? Is it all just singing? Cause if never seen one before xP

[cerseilannister]

queenregnant said: ME TOO VICKI

REALLY!? ADFDKJL

THAT MOMENT STILL GETS ME

[cerseilannister]

queenregnant said: Me too Vicki! Like…it’s just so fascinating and complex!

turkeydaydelena said: Sameeee here their relationship is so interesting!!

it just makes me feel things like ever since season 1 i can't help myself I WANT MORE! i don't want damon with katherine in any way at all but i love to see how he reacts to her/how his relationship with her changes and evolves/the affect or lack thereof she has on him etc.

UGH LOVE IT

[bisexualelena]

Ani - it was really weird? Like they had me write a basic intelligence test that was like grade 6 math questions and basic spelling/grammar. And then it's basically a "do a three week training session here unpaid where you work full time and then we'll let you know if we hire you." The whole vibe was weird, with this emphasis on "intelligence" but no requirements for staff to have teaching certification. And it was like a few rooms in an office building? In general it had a weird almost scam like vibe, because they're training 3 people for the 3 weeks and only hiring one. So I might do a few days of training, but in general it all feels not so great :(

[sinnerlikedamon]

Does anyone know where Ani (queensregnant) went?! Has she got a new URL? Because I typed in her old one and the blog says not found...

[elenastan]

Santa Baby: A D/E Christmas Drabble

Jeremy hadn’t been in bed longer than five minutes when Damon sauntered into the boarding house living room, where Elena was nursing a cup of eggnog and watching the fire crackle.

"Kid’s finally asleep. Told him hours ago to let a certain jolly man do his good work, but it seems someone let the cat out of the bag about the whole Santa thing."

Elena let out a dramatic gasp, still facing the fire. “You mean he’s not real?”

Damon smirked.

"You tell me," he answered in his campiest seductive growl.

She turned quizzically, and the second she saw Damon her jaw dropped. He’d swapped out his Christmas Eve best—which looked a lot like his standard Tuesday best—for a luxe red silk robe that lightly skirted his bare thighs. His eyes looked suspiciously more defined than usual—was that eyeliner?—and a sack of bulky boxes was slung over his right shoulder. Completing the ensemble was a Santa hat that perched jauntily atop his head.

Elena fought back a giggle as she took him in. “…Oh my god,” she managed finally.

He wiggled his eyebrows. “What do you think?”

She cocked a suspicious eyebrow. “How much bourbon was in that eggnog?”

He dropped his sack of toys and pranced over to Elena, resting a finger on her lips and subtly pressing a button on a small remote in the pocket of his robe. A woman’s sultry voice floated out from well-concealed wall speakers: “Santa baby, slip a Sable under the tree, for me…” Damon’s hips measured out the rhythm of the words that he mouthed along with the singer, and he playfully stroked the belt of his robe to hint that it could easily come off.

"I’m confused," Elena said, half-concealing her amusement and crossing her arms in mock nonchalance. "Are you supposed to be Santa? Are you singing to yourself?"

"Just go with it, okay, Elena? Not many men would do this for their girlfriends."

She looked him up and down with a grin.

"You’re probably right about that."

He resumed his expert lip syncing, prancing around with theatrical flair. At a particularly dramatic swell in the music, he flung open his robe, revealing red boxer briefs that were at least a size too small. Elena couldn’t stop herself—she broke into a fit of giggles, which weren’t exactly dampened when he stripped his robe off entirely and threw it at her with a flourish. No longer content to be a passive audience, she hopped off the couch and slung the robe around the back of his neck, pulling him in for a kiss.

"You," she laughed into his mouth, "are an idiot."

"An idiot you happen to be madly in love with," he countered.

Instead of answering, she let the robe slip from her grasp and snaked a hand around his side, sliding it into the back of his briefs to grab a handful of firm Santa ass. His already-tight briefs instantly got a little tighter, and even more so when she said with a grin:

"Come on, Santa. Let’s see if we can get these cheeks a little rosier."