#stillsurvived

[aka-yamika]

ภูมิแพ้เล่นงานอีกตามเคย ปวดหัว ปวดตัว ปวดตา ปวดท้อง น้ำมูกไหล แต่ว่ายังรอดนะ #stillsurvived https://www.instagram.com/p/Cl5buaMygxj2bFgU5PWUkX1nsrr8wAzc51DYT80/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[dlux20]

Part 2 of 2. Rock’n’Roll Seattle Half-Marathon. 6-9-19 That #queenanne hill tho... Kerry Park (yes, that’s it’s REAL NAME) view was gorgeous. Those downhills were brutal too! #runsea #stupidcourse #rnrseattle2019 #stillsurvived (at Queen Anne, Seattle) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bygt28OAT6oABen_iEOmw5P0skZj-FSUrugmss0/?igshid=9hrsp3usvrrj

[dlux20]

Part 1 of 2. Rock’n’Roll Seattle Half-Marathon. 6-9-19 #runsea #stupidcourse #rnrseattle2019 #stillsurvived (at Seattle, Washington) https://www.instagram.com/p/BygtQ1AgirilpLIvfXr21jlFMr5EJyfBA9m3BY0/?igshid=jvxfo6rhtmis

[a-gift-of-aja]

Staycation. Cook. Dentist. Sum up the 2nd week of January💁🏻‍♀️.

[waiilinggenius-blog]

@bitingthebat, @notastrangcr, @stillsurvived, @fcxhearted, @warartist

          “Maybe I’m TIRED of dealing with the supernatural?”

[kolblooded]

Dearly Departed || Henrick and Kol

@stillsurvived

“Mikaelson, wake up!”

Cold water was thrown over the sedated and overly drugged body of Kol Mikaelson. At the shock of being jolted awake in such a way, his eyes instantly went black and he growled. One guard held a syringe of vervain, the other a stake. They all knew it wouldn’t kill him, couldn’t kill him, but it sure as hell would slow him down.

“I thought the Mikaelson kid was relatively mild mannered. Behaved. At least that’s what that Winchester guard told me last night during rounds.”

“Different Mikaelson,” the first one with the now empty bucket replied. 

For a second, Kol’s heart stopped. He clenched his jaw and rolled in the chair he’d been sitting in for the last two hours, coming down off his involuntary high. He wanted to ask questions, figure out which of his siblings they’d managed to get their hands on now, and if this was really just some rescue tactic put on by one of his brothers, but that would require Nik or Elijah actually knowing that he’d been captured. And he also didn’t want to let them know that he was more clueless than the brand new guard they’d brought in. So instead, Kol licked his lips subtly, rolling his head, and carefully sitting up so that his elbows could rest on his knees.

“Let me see him,” he whispered, taking the statistical odds that they’d captured one of his brothers, Kol’s voice like gravel. “Let me see him and I’ll behave. At least for the rest of the day.”

One guard looked at the other. It wasn’t really in their nature to allow an inmate to bribe them, but the common room was filled with the inmates for at least another three hours, and if it kept this particular Mikelson from lashing out against them for the rest of the day, then it didn’t really look like bribery, did it?

“Everybody is gathered in the common room anyway.” They lifted him and while Kol struggled to regain the strength of his legs, they all but dragged/carried him out of the holding cell and into the large room filled with all of the inmates. “There, he’s in the far corner.” 

Kol knew who they were pointing to just by the simple fact that this particular prisoner was sitting all alone staring off into space. Kol couldn’t hold back his snort, and instead of inquiring, the guards just shoved him in, nearly causing him to fall, but Kol caught himself on a table before losing the strength of his legs completely.

After recovering, he gracefully moved through the crowd of people to the one they’d pointed out. Funny. This kid could almost pass for a brother. He looked enough like himself and Elijah. Maybe even a little bit of Finn. But that didn’t take away from the fact that Kol had never seen him before. “Clever tactic, I must admit, claiming to be a Mikaelson. I’d imagine it gets you a fair amount of respect in a place like this. But see, the  problem is, mate, that I am a Mikaelson. And I don’t know who you are. So tell me why I shouldn’t tear your heart out just to make an example of those considering following your lead.”

[oftaintedhearts]

@stillsurvived gets a thing!

Breakups with a long time partner were shit, but there was one thing that could easily be considered a whole lot WORSE and that was when the breakup was with the none other than the Princess of England. The press had had a field day with it, and though he’d long since grown used to being in the spotlight because of his father, it wasn’t all that easy to to try and MOVE ON with your life when all anyone wanted to do was ask you all sorts of invasive questions about the whole ordeal. Honestly, Adam was done.

Pushing open the door to the dorm room he shared with Henrik, Adam closed it just a tad louder than was necessary before he ditched his bag on the floor and walked over to the kitchen to grab himself a bottle of whisky. Removing the cap and flicking it onto the counter, he dropped himself down onto their couch and lifted to bottle to his lips to take a large mouthful of the liquor. Looking over at his closest friend, he let out a huff.

          ❝ On a scale of ONE TO TEN,  just how pathetic              would it look if I were to finish this bottle alone? ❞