#xlijah

[bitterblackbitch]

White people: HERE ARE THA RECEIPTS SWEATY! (Pictures of minorites supporting trump) #sorrynotsorry If you don't like the country then leave! #whitepower! *Sigh* I need to lay down for an hour

Like I LEGIT dont know what 5 photos of 16 minorities accomplished. L e g i t .

[suitsofarmor]

xlijah replied to your post:

You okay?

yep, i'm okay love.

[safestkittykatintown-arch]

xlijah replied to your post:So i know i haven’t been here in forever, but i...

._. I liked that cause I’m happy for you adorable little shit.

YOU DON'T WANT TO RP? :( WAHHH. no i'm only kidding. Thank you.. P.s, i'm not adorable. You are.

[suitsofarmor]

Name: Elijah Mikaelson

Age: 1000+

How well do we know each other?: We are twins

Do you have a pet name for me?: Plenty of them… -smirk-

Do I have a pet name for you?:  I don’t know, darling, do you?

Are you attracted to me?:  Of course.

Why do you want to marry me?:  Yes.

Big wedding or Small wedding?:  Any you want.

Do you see children in our future?:  Definitely.

[pourmeanotherplease-blog]

I was going to tell you but I keep forgetting.

Ever since you named the verse body shots, I keep calling it belly shots in my head.

I always have to correct myself in the tags  :p

[suitsofarmor]

{ two h a l v e s of a whole }

         Eliza knew what she was doing. 

         And why she was here. It seemed as though a supernatural family reunion was brewing. The other side was lonely and she spent most of her time in shadow. Eliza Mikaelsdottir had plenty of time on Earth to acclimate herself to a living lifestyle. With the supernatural Harvest in full bloom, her return went relatively unnoticed. The uprising of the magical community and the overthrow of the werewolves did not go unnoticed by her.

         Esther, one of the greatest witches of her age, had re-risen to power. Mikael, the monster killer, had returned to the living world to destroy what was left of their family. 

         She would not allow it. 

         The streets were quiet, her heels clicking on the concrete, music wafting from Bourbon Street, the party in full swing. If only the mortal coil knew what was coming and what fate lay in store for them if she failed. She found the address she was looking for and knocked upon the door, waiting for an answer.

[pourmeanotherplease-blog]

Oh my god I hate you all.

Give me an hour.

[stubbornanddevoted-blog]

xlijah replied to your post: sweet-singinglittleredbird said:O...

Elejah?

yes yes. I'll consider that another promo :D