#ticktockgorgeous

[the-bon-fire]

[Text]: We can't do this anymore.

[ text ]: you know i know that. I’ve been saying that this whole time.

[ text ]: so why are you saying it now ?

[emeraldsalvation]

(Text): you left your shirt here. (Text): it is now mine. ;]

[text;Enzo] I’ll get  it back sooner or later [text;Enzo] I have my methods ;) [text;Enzo] No, seriously, what if someone sees you with it??

[tenebriisxarchive]

[Text]: You left your shirt here. [Text]: it is now mine. ;)

[Text]: ...I'm gonna guess this is a side effect of your separation anxiety.

[Text]: And you're gonna have to take that up with Elena. I'll just steal Stefan's shirts.

[thedoppelena]

OH MA GEEEERD I LOVE YOUR THREAD WITH regemxdamnatus!!! I have so many delena feels! (You're free to post this)

Ha. Hahahaha. This thread is killing me tho.

Thanks though bb <3

[awesomevampirearchive]

I loooove your threads with reluctantoriginal! So much angst! I can't stop reading! It's like my own personal fanfiction!!! (You're free to post this)

omg no pls stahp! Haha there's so many more to come you have no idea.  Hey reluctantoriginal someone likes us, they really like us :3  Thank you so much she's literally like my other half as far as RPing goes.  She's like my twin or something and I love her to bits for putting up with all of my crazy ideas and then actually playing them out with me.

PS so many memes so little time XD

[hazelswishvault]

Waking up into a Nightmare

Opening her eyes right now was the hardest thing Hazel had ever had to do in her entire life. She just wanted to close her eyes and go back to sleep. She had never felt this tired in her life before. She didn’t know what the medicine in that needle had been but whatever it had been it had made her into sleeping beauty. It had felt like that because as soon as the needle went in she had instantly begun feeling tired and then the strange man had carried her away and she’d fallen asleep in his arms.

She was in a small tiny space that was dark and cold and had bars and she didn’t understand why. Was she in a prison? But she couldn’t be. She was to young to be in a prison. She forced herself to sit up and keep looking around until she noticed someone staring at her. She tensed up as she looked at a man who was looking through the bars in the corner of her room. She didn’t move, just staring at him. Who was he and where was she? Men always made her scared. There was her daddy who hit her and yelled at her. There was her Uncle who hit her too. There was that man who had given her that sleeping needle and now this man. Men always hurt her. But the bars were keeping them apart. He couldn’t hurt her. She found herself crawling over to him so she could see him better.

“Where am I?” She asked in a tiny whisper. Memories were coming back to her. “This man gave my daddy money and then gave me a needle that made me sleepy and took me away…” She didn’t understand it. “Is my daddy going to come back to get me? Will I get to go home soon?” Tears pooled in her eyes and she felt on the verge of tears. This dark place and the bars and all of it were scaring her and she wanted to go home.