EVERY FUCKING TIME!!!
And the sad thing is there was no reason for Bonnie not to be there!! There was no reason why she shouldn't have been sought after-- especially considering Mama Orginal's ( all the original ) connection to Bonnie's ancestors.
It was yet another example of dummy plec and crew sacrificing good storytelling, for cheap placating to a particular group or in plec's cause - able to self-insert & live through a character that... let be real didn't do much of anything ( and I love care and matt but legit ... what did they contribute to this ? !)
Bonnie and the whole Bennett line were used to fix mistakes the writers made. They made no real effort to make these characters three-dimensional. They were used as plot props to prop up characters that didn't do a damn thing and it's sad and infuriating and a prime example of LAZY FUCKING WRITING THAT MOST PEOPLE ATE UP CAUSE THEY DIDN'T KNOW ANY BETTER!! The only peace I get now so far removed from that dumpster fire of a show is that Bonnie stan and Bennett stans have made some bomb ass content that honestly is ten times better than what I forced myself to watch for all those years!
Reblog if you’re still pissed that Bonnie didn’t get invited to the Mikaelson ball.
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I'm starting to think Ian Somerhalder thinks about Bamon and the wasted potential of a love triangle plot on season 6 as much as I do.
People out there saying it's because he and Nina had broken up and he held a grudge, but the chemistry had died and the plot potential was there. He tried to move forward, give something more interesting, and make Damon's character grow from the pointless obsession he had with Elena. He wasn't wrong, and a lot of people have a hard time accepting that.
I'm trying to understand why...maybe because I didn't grow up with this show I don't understand the obsession with this sinking ship that has seen better days, but...sorry, not sorry? It would actually be more interesting if Damon had actually gotten over his obsession with Katherine/Elena. It's bizarre, they look alike and they keep mistaking the two, probably because Katherine in the good times looked like Elena, sweet and innocent vibe. Stelena and Delena have given me "yucky" vibes since the start.
Here's the thing, Stelena and Delena had potential as a drama plot, not to be an endgame ship and I'm going to die on this hill, this fandom is all weird as fuck.
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Okay but what if…
Instead of sticking around in MF after she almost kills E*lena. Bonnie head to New Orlean for a change of pace fully embracing her expression… but with a price. Silas constantly in her ear slowly driving her mad except when she’s using expression. So she continues to use it more and more — on the brink of losing herself because the power is too addictive . Vincent a New Orleans witch born a raised sees a vision of the woman that will help give the witches back the quarter and true power in New Orleans… only to run into an expression junkie Bonnie that he now has to help get back on the path she was destined for.
Fast forward to the originals return to the city and Bonnie is the running shit… Vincent at her side as her regent. New Orleans officially under witch dominion…. LONG MAY SHE REIGN!!! 👑
my favorite witches
Bonnie Bennett in The Vampire Diaries 4x19 - "Pictures of You" (2013)
Vincent Griffith in The Originals 3x10 - "A Ghost Along the Mississippi" (2016)
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I am over here contemplating returning to the tvdu just to give us all the Bonnie Bennett content we are all hungry for !!!! How is it going into 2024 and you have dumb people in this fandom still giving Bonnie and Kat so much shit. Let me block some people so my Bonnie-related tags don't look so gross!!!
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“Hooray.” Chronos replied sarcastically. The god feeling deflated. Chronos sighed and raised an eyebrow. “Time is the most fragile of the powers.” Chronos pointed out. He found himself scowling. “I’m doing what I can but actions has consequences my dear.” He sighed. “If you had my power what would you even do with it?” The god challenged. The god knows his own strengths
“and the most POWERFUL, think of the wrongs you could have made right.” she countered. it was one thing keeping the balance but to sit back and do nothing seemed criminal in her mind. “ i would be a god and use it, hear the call and answer it. power is nothing if not being used.” and there inlay her point . “ perhaps this is why know one revers gods in this time. they are too PASSIVE , unmoving. before you and your kind walked among men, worked with them strengthen them. till it became a game to you all and your follower turned their back on you. you can not have it both ways my dear. you can’t demand respect and reverence and produce nothing in return. “ fickle as humans are this is how their minds worked ; “ they are after all fashioned after gods themselves. they are only imitating what has been ingrained in them from the very beginning. “
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so this was bonnie bennett. she’d heard quite the tale when it came to the youngest of her living descendants. the way she was spoken of reminded qetsiyah of herself. the power they both wielded more then most could or should. so what or who could have possibly put her in such a position. she leaned close to her, brushing the soft dark curls from her face as she observed her unconscious form before whispering into her ear. “ossa eius non confringent utcunque conantur ut perderet eam non moriatur, mater te servet.” the chant smooth as honey, echoing as each word fell from her lips. standing straight when she was satisfied; the only thing left now was to wait and watch. gently she caressed her cheek as the stranger entered. “ i fear i must, “ softly smiling before letting her hand fall away . “ the ancient greeks were of the same mind. some even chanted around a love ones bed in the hopes they would hear and return to their body.” of course their medicine though rudimentary had elements of magic too it. turning to face the woman, she moved away from the bed, “ you are her healer, yes?”
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For all the many coma patients Jo had witnessed in her tenor as a doctor, this may have been a first to be found in a coma in the hospital rather then brought to one. Medically induced or otherwise, the woman had been found on the hospital room floor and quickly identified as Bonnie Bennett. So she was made comfortable though she had yet to awaken. Jo was doing charts, intending to check up on her when she found a visitor alongside the woman. “You don’t have to go.” Jo was quick to assure them, eyes still set on her chart without looking up quite yet. “Some studies suggest talking and touching a loved one while they are in a coma may help them recover so—” Finally her eyes landed on them. “Stay?”
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“It’d be a pleasure, I’m sure,” he answered, making a mental note to have a few bottles imported from somewhere a bit more high class than central Virginia. Mikael wasn’t usually one that cared about having an abundance of fine material items around the way that his children did. No, he preferred experiences to possessions and watching someone taste finely aged whiskey for the first time was something that he’d be glad to assist with. “Mm, alright. You keep your secrets. I suppose I can’t really be too cross about it as I have quite a few secrets of my own.” Namely the fact that he had realized certain truths about himself over the last few months, things that he was terrified to share with the people that would be closest to him. “I can’t say that I enjoy being taken out of the decision making process but it’s a necessary evil for now,” he admitted. The warning about Oliver made him smirk, dismissing it with a wave of his hand. “Ollie’s plenty capable of taking care of himself.”
“yes we all have our secrets don’t we. but perhaps we will share a few over a glass of that whiskey of yours.” she could only imagine what sort of secrets this particular vampire held close. what regrets of plans linger in the darker recesses of his mind. its strange, when she was human she had kept no secrets from those close to her. even those who weren’t as familiar could easily read her. she wore her emotions so plainly for the world to see. she was young then. blinded by love and naive to the working of the world. that you were meant to keep things to yourself. meant to hide parts of you so that those looking to cause you harm couldn’t. in many ways this time embraced the notion of telling people everything about you. they were so loud and careless with their expression. “ the for now sounds almost ominous hopefully you are free of your strings sooner rather then later. i wager you are quite entertaining when up to your own devices.” she chuckled leaning into this encounter, tessa eyes widen in faux shock moving slightly closer to the other, “ it would seem so, but who will take care of you in his absence i wonder. pity i won’t have the time to find out.”
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Chronos scoffed at that statement. It was one thing to respect opinions but it was another to hear how slander. “There are helpful gods.” Chronos said even though he could only recall maybe Jen.
“It’s not cruel rather there are certain barriers. Like for example the god of time can’t just will it be spring just because farmers can’t plant in the cold.” He pointed out. “Power of the gods can’t be used freely. There are forces that will make sure order is retained.” Chronos huffed and pulled down his mask.
“Am I that obvious?” He asked with a pout.
qetsiyah waited expectantly, allowing the god of time to go on his light rant about the gods and the order of things. she would have rolled her eyes but it didn’t seem right. clearly this god needed a little attention which she was happy to oblige... he might not enjoy it but she would give it . “ only mildly my darling. if it makes you feel better most of the humans may not know who you are.” she offered with a shrug. a small consolation at best. “ i’m all for keeping the balance , an order to things. but that has little to do with my original point.” she stop to turn and face him fully. “ and the point is that you and yours are omnipotent beings , yet you sit back and allow chaos to rain down on the order of things as you so put it. tell me, what is the point of a god when one can expect little to nothing from you ? ”
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“that would explain why finding has proven , difficult.” freya mikaelson has been a sort of enigma since she arrived. markos provided plenty of information of the powerful witch but locating her had proved a struggle ... but not impossible. there was very little magic that she couldn’t pierce through but this had been some doing. whomever had cloaked her for that extended period of time had been quite powerful and someone to keep a look out for. pushing throw the door, the darklighter through a cursory glance at the knickknacks and trinkets littered about before her eyes fell on the other woman in the midst of some spell work. “ from the looks of it you weren’t on holiday as i though,” she offered coming to stand next to the other witch. mildly curious what the woman was making, and more then a little intrigued by her. powerful women were so alluring. “ does that business involved making yourself and everyone in a 50 mile radius unconscious because if so i might need to make my exit. “ smirking, she nodded to her ingredients. “ your measurements are wrong, by a lot.”
“Yes I’ve been indisposed, yes that witch is responsible and yes I’m going to make her suffer for it.” Freya spoke, not even sparing an eye towards the person who had yet to even ask them. She was midst preparing a spell, and deciding to focus on her rage rather then the groveling to the fear she felt at the thought of Dahlia. “Is there any answer I missed or may I continue on my business?” Things needed to remain business as usual, she couldn’t allow herself to dwell on what horrors Dahlia could have done to her while she’d been unconscious. If she allowed that fear in it would consume her whole. | @sanguishqsstarters
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once upon a time, in a land far away and a time even farther, qetsiyah had been her stars. so beautiful, aglow in the sky, entirely out of reach. the closest to them melania knew, was closing her eyes and picturing them close to her hands, to her heart. eternally reaching, never to touch, always beautiful and bright among the darkness. but stars burned, and so did qetsiyah. burn beautifully and, eventually, that flame raged. melania didn’t fault her for it. no one was responsible for her time in hell’s abyss but her own self and her own choices. qetsiyah may have ripped out her heart, but melania had been the one to give it to her. a choice she should have regretted, a choice she was a fool not to regret. the same sin that turned her towards hell itself and all the suffering it ensured. yet regret for many things haunted her, those same feelings were not one. she couldn’t. she touched the fire, and though it torched her it had also been warm. a warmth that melania had never known. a warmth which she would gladly burn for.
in this moment melania wondered if melting from the heat of qetsiyah’s gaze would be a better reckoning then having her given heart torn out once again. there was no happy ending to their lives only violence that bred violence until rivers of blood flooded the land. melania knew this yet her feet wouldn’t carry her away, her heart was too heavy at the sight. the want she still felt, the conflict of emotions that left a storm in her chest. it was both fear and longing that kept her still and made her want to run. longing to live, fear for her life, fear of her, longing for her.
her quiet had loomed over melania her entire life. she needed to be quiet for the sake of her safety, because someone of her lower class wasn’t allowed to be loud or the consequences would damn her. she had been damned anyway, and yet even now in a world where she was allowed to be loud it was quiet she remained. it was something ingrained into her, and melania struggled to fight. fighting was never something she was suitable for. fighting her instincts, for her own welfare or even her own feelings. she was someone weak. and even if they had born in those more accepting time, melania knew she would never be strong enough for qetsiyah. she wasn’t capable of it. “my voice has only been restored of recent,” in hell her throat had been raw from screaming. there was no true excuse but melania surmised that had to do. “my apologizes.” for so so much, but in this moment melania stuck to the basics and simplicities. “i don’t believe i’m capable.” she always had chills with qetsiyah in the room, focus set on her. it was only after her death those chills changed into something different. “but i do appreciate the sentiment.” because she couldn’t help her manners even in these different times she held onto them, melania didn’t know if it was for better or worse. “do forgive me for asking,” qetsiyah wouldn’t, she shouldn’t, but the speech pattern was another trait ingrained into melania. “you said you wouldn’t hurt me but… why?” her knowledge may have been seldom on qetsiyah’s long revenge, but she knew enough to know her resolve to allow melania freedom from death was suspect to the woman she knew. the woman she loved.
there are parts of her soul that wish to give absolution, the reassure her friend that all was forgiven. and in a way it was. melania had long since paid for her betrayal; qetsiyah forced herself to remove all thoughts of the woman from her mind. letting her anger fill her up, make her hunger for the blood of those who had wronged her. why fuss over melania when she was already dead. her death swift sending her to the peace she no doubt had earned. while she would remain alone, even with creating the other side qetsiyah refused to stay there. instead, her broken spirit straddled the in-between. neither heaven nor hell would suit her. there her powers were not impeded. there she could plan and she did plan on all the way she would make him suffer. but in those quite moments. when the worlds would grow silent and she allowed the pitch to swallow her whole.
she saw her face. she hated that face and yet she didn't.
it was was a heartbreak her humanity clung too. tempting her towards the light. she will be there, you can see her again. go to her.
but she could not, she would not.
her heart was set on revenge, it was owed to her but all that time alone in the darkness that desire shifted. would she be happy to watch silas and his love suffer. she would, but she found a better cause one that now as she thought about it ; was melania doing. what little light what little bit of goodness that she might have left she kept in the hopes of proving her and silas wrong.
that she was worthy of being loved ... and she was.
she could only hazard a guess as to why her voice was only recently restored. the elders were so pretentious. "have you done something to me to apologize for? i was only making an observation." she mused. tessa slowly began to circle the other. that night replaying in her mind. the satisfaction she felt in the instant she pulled out her heart. and the sorrow that surprisingly overwhelmed her as tears fell. she looked just as she remembered, meek and quiet. how she had longed to make the other smile. to hear even the softest of laughter from her. had had never seen her as less then. she was simply melania but even that simple friendship she had mistaken. and the knowledge of this sat bitterly on her tongue.
“oh melania please , you would take a simple comment and make it this grand gesture.” she huffed, standing behind her now, she leaned close just a bit, “ you needed try so hard i told you i wasn’t going to hurt you. “ her voice smooth and tepid as she continued her circling . she didn’t want her gratitude, she didn’t need her sympathy and she didn’t she wish to see what she could only identify as remorse. it was her question the set her back a bit. for because of who she was she was genuinely curious and qytsiyah would have anticipated to be accusatory. maybe it was in only melania fashion. “ you betrayed me then, and in my anger i killed you. “ she let out a sigh giving a shake of her head, letting a little bit of her walls lower … for her only. “ killing you once was enough i have no desire to do it a second time. nor have you done anything to insure such a punishment.“
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deepika padukone in ang laga de [sung by aditi paul & shail hada]
[from the film goliyon ki rasleela ram-leela, dir. sanjay leela bhansali]
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“Mm, I’m with you there, love. I tend to prefer a good scotch myself, but this town isn’t exactly a hub of well-aged whiskey.” The Salvatores had once been good for a vintage bourbon, but he had learned his lesson where they were concerned. Stefan and Damon were a large part of the reason that Mikael had ended up on the Other Side and he wasn’t quite ready to forgive that particular indiscretion. “Suppose that depends on the rat in question. Do you have a certain one in mind?” A smirk comes over his lips as the brunette references his feeding preferences and a shrug follows. “Let’s just say that my decisions aren’t made alone these days.” No, they were made with Davina constantly pointing him towards the right choice and she wasn’t a fan of violence. At the mention of Oliver, Mikael can’t help but grin. “He’s around. Giving him a chance to enjoy the evening before we head out.”
“mayhaps, if you ever find well-aged whiskey? you’ll share it with me i don’t believe i’ve tried it.” there were indeed a few things she could add on her list she’s yet to experience but those would have to wait till certain events were set in motion. distractions were a luxury that she did not have. not with so much to accomplish. her smirk split red lips as she bit down at her lower lip. “ the king of rats and any of his little minions they might have in play. not to worry darling you aren’t on that list but for the moment i think i’ll keep that tidbit to myself. a woman can’t divulge all her secrets, no matter how handsome the stranger might be.” humming she took in his countenance once more a brow raised. “ funny, you don’t strike me the type to have your decisions made by anyone else. looks are truly deceiving. do take care though, not to let him wander to far from you. i hear this town is quite dangerous.”
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Her power was overwhelming. Lucy had only ever encountered a few people with so much magic it practically inundate you. Old magic, powerful magic. Lucy was on alert now, unsure of who this woman was, even as she spoke as if she knew exactly who she was. “ So long as I can work if I want to… why not? Not have to get up and struggle every day to pay bills. You’ll be hard-pressed to find a woman who wouldn’t want that. Anyone really.” the last bit she muttered low into her bottle as she took a long gulp. Trying to work out who this woman could be; what she could be. But the stranger gave her a clue– my line. “ Let me guess,” she began almost sounding bored ready for the bad guy monologue that she felt coming on, “ More power? Money is power, especially in this world. Even in the supernatural world, it makes our world spin round just like in the mortal world.” she gave her a pointed look. “ But please tell me what you expected of me, a stranger to you.”
“ a modern woman if ever i saw one.” her tone mocking at best. “ power is power my dear. you have enough and you weaponize it. and you don’t have to struggle but you will always have to work to hold onto it.” did she know that? did any of them know the power the held? it took her a long time to see it her self. she found her own worth far to late. she blamed it on her youth, as uncaring as she shown herself to be of those in her line qetsiyah did not wish for any of them to fall into the trappings that seemed to plagued her descendants. perhaps it was her own doing, but at the very least this one had fire in her-- she is sure it will serve her well into the future. lifting her glass she peeked over the edge regarding her a long while. “ i’m not sure, something worthy of the blood in your veins. perhaps its there, teeming beneath the surface. waiting for the proper motivation for you to unleash it. i do hope i’m around to see it , i hope your around to experience it.” with her glass empty she rose, moving to stand next to lucy. “ να σε καθοδηγήσει η θεά.”
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slender fingers grazed the display of flowers at the stall, a hint of a smile on her face. she had always loved the sight of flowers. her gardens, when she was still human had been her most cherished thing. letting her magic delve into the earth. gently coxing the flowers and vegetation to bloom. she had liked seeing it, when it was the two of them qetsiyah for got the twinge of pain in her chest in his absence. it was a shame that her garden had been tainted by her blood, as she ripped her heart from her chest. absently she placed a hand over her heart, rubbing at the spot as if she something was tugging at it. she ignored it, paying for a the boutiques that she wanted. offering a coy smile to the woman behind the stall. long and lingering before finally turning down the row at the street market.
she wondered what she would do if she ever ran into silas. if she would throw magic at him, gouge out his eyes. slit that pretty throat of his. or amara, would she scream, make silas watch as she drained the life force from her. she had thought of these situation and outcomes. some civil but all ending in violence. but never had she thought she would be standing in front of ... her.
it was funny, in retrospect her betrayal had hurt the most. she believed that it was because deep down. she knew that, silas never loved her. she had been foolish enough to fall for his flowery words and purple pros like a love sick idiot. but melania had been a friend. someone she trusted and yet another person that didn’t pick her first. rolling her shoulders back she kept her look neutral. hips swayed in the dress the caressed her curves . this century fashion was starting to grow on her. she was only a foot away as before she stopped. “ how is it that even here you speak so quietly?” she mused taking note and taking pity at the nervousness the other showed. sighing she relaxed slightly. “ hello melania, you can relax i’m not planing on hurting you.”
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There was a loss of heartbeat. Melania didn’t even know if her heart still needed to beat, as a darklighter, and yet— she was certain it skipped one the moment she laid eyes on the woman who had killed her. The woman who had stolen her heart in every sense of the word. It’d been easier to convince herself she’d been protecting Qetsiyah. That telling of Silas and Amara would only break the woman’s heart, not telling her was far kinder, lying to her face was somehow a kindness. That selfishly, she enjoyed the time she had Qetsiyah to herself while Silas and Amara had their escapades. That perhaps, once she realized her feelings weren’t returned by Silas, that perhaps Qetsiyah would see Melania as more. It’d been unrealistic of a dream. They were two woman after all, and even beyond gender they were of far different social standings. Melania was a servant and Qetsiyah was a powerful witch. Yet— Melania couldn’t help but dream.
Dreams that, in her time in hell, turned into nightmares. All the truths she ignored suddenly screamed in her ear, no longer whispers in the back of her mind. How unjust her feelings were, how she had truly betrayed the woman she claimed to love, how she had chosen Silas and Amara even in their cruel affair, over Qetsiyah. If she truly loved her, telling her the truth would have been what she’d done. That Melania deserved her torment in hell. Both for hurting Qetsiyah, and for loving her. It was a conflict, but one she deserved. For how could you love someone and hurt them? For someone that was not yours to love. She suffered, and Melania knew she deserved it. Yet, laying eyes on Qetsiyah again for the first time since she breathed once more. That same breath fell short. “Hello.” She said, her voice small. She wouldn’t run, even if every instinct in her body told her feet to shuffle. Melania owed Qetsiyah that much. To ignore her own cowardice and to face the woman with the truth, for the first time.
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DEEPIKA PADUKONE in Pathaan (2023)
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