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Freya: We need to distract these guys Elijah: Leave it to me Elijah: Centaurs have six limbs and are therefore insects. Discuss. Klaus, Kol, and Rebekah: *Immediately begin arguing* Finn, watching in horror: Oh this. I don’t like this. I don't like this at all.
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esmeraywrites · 3 months
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Kol Mikaelson has ADHD
And Klaus is often annoyed with him cause he keeps fidgeting around--- though he loved taking Kol to those religious events or speeches where he had to sit still simply for amusement. But he was always the first to defend his brother if anyone said anything about his fidgeting during those event too
(Elijah secretly loved this)
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Klaus: So, how was your childhood?
Hope: Oh, it was great, it was a laugh riot.
Hope: You should've been there.
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miasmultifandomdump · 7 months
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If I knew how to write music I would totally write an album based on The Originals and it would probably suck but since starting this show I can't stop thinking up lyrics halp!!
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bonniesfamiliar · 2 months
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Keira Knightley would be a good Fem! Elijah Mikaleson, in my opinion. BTW, I'd use this gif pack:
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qvnthesia · 8 months
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something i wait for.
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Henrik dies, and his siblings live on to become something worse than death.
Henrik waits.
(Day 30 of AU-gust: Afterlife)
read here
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gif credits to @alwaysandforevergifs
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hayleeraina · 2 years
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littlebosleepmusings · 11 months
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(gif credit: @steverobin)
In Memoriam // Hunted (Prologue)
warnings: none
The street's a liar
I'm gonna lure you into the dark
My cold desire
To hear the boom, boom, boom of your heart
The danger is I'm dangerous
And I might just tear you apart
Oh, ah, oh
I'm gonna catch ya
I'm gonna get ya, get ya
Oh, ah, oh I wanna taste the way that you bleed, oh
You're my kill of the night
an undisclosed amount of time from now, sometime in the possibly near and/or certain future…
Lizzie 1. Inter-dimensional Demonic being 0. Maybe all those springs doing cross-country weren’t completely pointless after all. One more turn of a corner, and she’s finally put some distance between them. With all this running down the halls of the high school, she just wishes she wore running shoes that weren’t as pinched at the toes.
Something that looks like a man, but isn’t a man is hot on her tail and they aren’t letting her get away so easily, without a fight.
Another mad dash around a corner, when she suddenly bumps into a heavy, solid figure. For a second, she thought she was screwed, but she’s relieved to find it’s just you.
“Oh hey Mrs M,” the teenage girl says, between winded breaths, as you hold onto one another for balance.
“Lizzie.” You’re out of breath yourself, having just taken care of this guy’s friend.
“Right behind me,” she blurts out, just as the humanoid, figure materializes and reveals it’s hideous, inhuman face. Before letting out one of the loudest, death rattling scream you’ve ever heard.
You quickly, push her aside so you can take care of it.
“Got it.”
Without wasting any time, you whip out your blade and drive it straight through them. Watching as they explode into a cloud of ghastly, black smoke.
Your favourite part about the hunt. Watching their physical form disintegrate when you send them back to Hell. Least favourite is probably the sulphur smell.
“Nice one, Mrs. M.” Lizzie lowers her arms from her face, as you realize she’s on the floor. She nearly gags from the smell.
“Come on,” you say offering her your hand, before pulling her up with ease.
“One more down. Only a thousand or so to go.”
You know she’s exaggerating, but you can’t help but grimace. “God, I hope not.” You’re growing tired of the constant threats on your life and the town as of late. At the same exact time, Hope and Josie appear around the corner of the school.
“All good, guys?” The way Hope still looks at you, even now. Like she’s afraid you’ll disappear.
“Yeah,” you say, sheathing your weapon back in its holster. Smoothing a hand over her hair, you smile at the young girl.
Lizzie starts brushing off her clothes. “Being bait and unable to defend yourself is literally the worst thing. Outfit’s ruined,” she adds.
“At least you were cute bait.” Josie attempts to cheer up her sister.
“Thanks sis...But seriously? I mean we can siphon a demon, but our magic is useless against them. Who comes up with this crap? There should be someone downstairs we can talk to about this.”
Hope and Josie exchange amused glances.
“Alright ladies.” You begin directing them back toward where you all came.
“Let’s get back to the school before anyone notices you’re gone. I don’t want your dad laying into me again.”
Lizzie folds her arms. “Ugh, who cares? He complains about everything.”
“I follow his rules, out of respect for Caroline and the two of you. Plus, I made her a promise…”
“You didn’t follow his rules tonight,” Josie reminds you, with a devilish smirk.
“No, I didn’t,” you admit. “But it was an emergency. I’ll follow em, next time.” You pat Jos on the back in a teasing manner, as the four of you start walking toward the exit.
"Maybe text him at least, to let him know you aren’t dead," you add.
If you know Alaric as well as you think you do, you know he’s likely noticed something was up by now. Your eyes fall to Hope up ahead, chatting with the other two girls.
Call it a parent’s intuition.
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tvdufan1200 · 1 year
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𝑪𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑬𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔-𝑱𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒑��� 𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝑲𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒔 𝑴𝒊𝒌𝒂𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑺𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒚 𝑯𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒔 𝑨𝒏𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒚𝒂 𝑷𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒗𝒂 (𝑶𝑪 𝑽𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆)
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fanaticforlife · 2 years
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Elijah Mikaelson - A Purpose
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Confession time: I read the vampire diaries and watched the show, but I never leaned towards the originals, but I can't help myself from wondering what happened to Elijah. And this video made me ....ahhhhh.
Family is EVERYTHING. The Redemption of a Brother.
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louisahalewrites · 2 years
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Together. Always and Forever
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chapter 2 posted!
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Hope: Before you say no-
Hayley: No.
Hope: But I haven't even told you yet!
Hayley: I'm sticking with no.
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tizzymcwizzy · 7 months
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for anyone that doesn't know, i recently started school again! (that's why ive been so mia) so ill be posting class projects whenever i finish them,,, this was a figure drawing assignment :)
you can get a print of this here!
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lackadaisycal-art · 11 months
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Family Recipe
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andthebeanstalk · 11 months
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Today my therapist introduced me to a concept surrounding disability that she called "hLep".
Which is when you - in this case, you are a disabled person - ask someone for help ("I can't drink almond milk so can you get me some whole milk?", or "Please call Donna and ask her to pick up the car for me."), and they say yes, and then they do something that is not what you asked for but is what they think you should have asked for ("I know you said you wanted whole, but I got you skim milk because it's better for you!", "I didn't want to ruin Donna's day by asking her that, so I spent your money on an expensive towing service!") And then if you get annoyed at them for ignoring what you actually asked for - and often it has already happened repeatedly - they get angry because they "were just helping you! You should be grateful!!"
And my therapist pointed out that this is not "help", it's "hLep".
Sure, it looks like help; it kind of sounds like help too; and if it was adjusted just a little bit, it could be help. But it's not help. It's hLep.
At its best, it is patronizing and makes a person feel unvalued and un-listened-to. Always, it reinforces the false idea that disabled people can't be trusted with our own care. And at its worst, it results in disabled people losing our freedom and control over our lives, and also being unable to actually access what we need to survive.
So please, when a disabled person asks you for help on something, don't be a hLeper, be a helper! In other words: they know better than you what they need, and the best way you can honor the trust they've put in you is to believe that!
Also, I want to be very clear that the "getting angry at a disabled person's attempts to point out harmful behavior" part of this makes the whole thing WAY worse. Like it'd be one thing if my roommate bought me some passive-aggressive skim milk, but then they heard what I had to say, and they apologized and did better in the future - our relationship could bounce back from that. But it is very much another thing to have a crying shouting match with someone who is furious at you for saying something they did was ableist. Like, Christ, Jessica, remind me to never ask for your support ever again! You make me feel like if I asked you to call 911, you'd order a pizza because you know I'll feel better once I eat something!!
Edit: crediting my therapist by name with her permission - this term was coined by Nahime Aguirre Mtanous!
Edit again: I made an optional follow-up to this post after seeing the responses. Might help somebody. CW for me frankly talking about how dangerous hLep really is.
#hlep#original#mental health#my sympathies and empathies to anyone who has to rely on this kind of hlep to get what they need.#the people in my life who most need to see this post are my family but even if they did I sincerely doubt they would internalize it#i've tried to break thru to them so many times it makes my head hurt. so i am focusing on boundaries and on finding other forms of support#and this thing i learned today helps me validate those boundaries. the example with the milk was from my therapist.#the example with the towing company was a real thing that happened with my parents a few months ago while I was age 28. 28!#a full adult age! it is so infantilizing as a disabled adult to seek assistance and support from ableist parents.#they were real mad i was mad tho. and the spoons i spent trying to explain it were only the latest in a long line of#huge family-related spoon expenditures. distance and the ability to enforce boundaries helps. haven't talked to sisters for literally the#longest period of my whole life. people really believe that if they love you and try to help you they can do no wrong.#and those people are NOT great allies to the chronically sick folks in their lives.#you can adore someone and still fuck up and hurt them so bad. will your pride refuse to accept what you've done and lash out instead?#or will you have courage and be kind? will you learn and grow? all of us have prejudices and practices we are not yet aware of.#no one is pure. but will you be kind? will you be a good friend? will you grow? i hope i grow. i hope i always make the choice to grow.#i hope with every year i age i get better and better at making people feel the opposite of how my family's ableism has made me feel#i will see them seen and hear them heard and smile at their smiles. make them feel smart and held and strong.#just like i do now but even better! i am always learning better ways to be kind so i don't see why i would stop
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hayleeraina · 4 months
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Sometimes, I think about how people were able to read Esther's grimoire. Because Esther was originally from Norway, where the most common language was Old Norse. So, it's safe to assume she would have most likely written in Old Norse.
So... how did people like Davina read it? I know they kinda just pretended there was no other language but English (except latin, of course. And Creole, for the Hollow. And.. old norse for little things, like those cave ruins in TVD). But, I chose to imagine there's some sort of translation spell.
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