#yeah transparent sila-

[hup123hup123slapslap]

Truth be told the Hacketts and Eliza both get what they deserve I saved only Caleb and killed Silas cause yeah he's a wolf boy that can curse everyone and the family are murderers, but Eliza used her son a freak show act cause of what he his and trys so desperately to be the victim, but it's really Silas cause of she's pulling the strings and the kids tried to help him out but didn't go as anyone hoped and the fact she's been manipulating us from the start.

OK BUT I ALSO HAVE THOUGHTS ABOUT THIS

this rambling may or may not take all facts into consideration because I can’t find all the details atm, but quite frankly, I’m not certain that Eliza wasn’t a victim

the fire incident happened on october 27, 2015 - a full moon. we don’t really know how often the Harum Scarum had events and whether it was only at night, so quite frankly Eliza could have been a really fine mom actually. if she had Silas locked up on the full moons, it doesn’t mean he was locked up all the time. (she was doing better than Chris at least coughcough) Eliza’s kid being an attraction once a month is actually better than most dance moms, let’s be real

Him being raised well is actually not antithetical to his whole feral-boy-in-the-woods thing either. Silas probably knew that outsiders = bad, especially with him being a werewolf, and especially after his whole life is burned down. If no adults from the crew made it, or were willing to take him in, it makes sense he just slipped into the woods. Trauma and fear could have easily set him in the cycle he’s in in-game, regardless of how his upbringing went. We see Silas returned to his cage for safety and comfort, but is that because the cage is all knew? OR is it because that’s the last place he remembered being before everything was taken from him. 

Does he remember the full moon, or is he like any other werewolf? Did he lose awareness in his cage as turned, safely in the confines of his traveling caravan, and then wake up, outside, with his home and family turned to ash? Does he blame himself? Does he even know he didn’t escape and start the fire himself?

It also makes a lot more sense in the modern timeline of things, where technically if cps is like ‘y’all are good’ and everybody signs legal papers I don’t think a freak show is necessarily off the table. It implies a certain level of unity and transparency that inherently seems impossible, considering the history of freak shows. but a modern day freak show would have a billion legal hoops to thread, and looking back, it could have been a pretty chill place. Was it great? Probably not, but we actually have no reason to think Silas had a horrible life pre-fire, despite how easy it is to jump to that. Possibly a reach because idk how much the modern day freak show idea was thought through but still 

I wonder if the Hacketts chasing sightings of him follow a pattern of places where the Harum Scarum went, and then Silas finally just settles back where it all ended. until Dylan, Caleb is the only person we know he attacks - and that was under duress. Now, I have separate ideas on the Dylan incident and subsequent stuff, but this is already long so whatever

basically we can assume that as a werewolf, Silas is...actually fine. we don’t hear any evidence of the white wolf sightings involving death. and it’s almost certainly a fact that there is one full moon that the Hacketts lock themselves up, because one full moon falls during the active summer camp period. and at least for this one year, Silas was present during that full moon and didn’t do a thing

idk I feel like maybe Eliza is allowed to be pissed and manipulate the strings of fate to try and protect her son

#the quarry #krueger123f #silas vorez #eliza vorez #it's genuinely up in the air to me whether eliza did anything wrong lol #quite frankly she could have just made the questionable decision to monetize her child once a month and like that's not great but also #people do that all the time and in far worse ways so

[bbarican]

on today's episode of: b & her romantic adventures

okay so bUCKLE UP YOU GUYS kasi medyo chaotic (i think in a good way) tong kwento ko about the guy im currently talking to

so, back track to how we met:

i posted on reddit (lets be frank here and i wanna be transparent, yes, i downloaded reddit for only one reason and that is to use it as a bumble extension - basically para maghanap ng lalaki)

the title of my post was "make me laugh" and this guy messaged me saying "sabihin mo knock knock" and i did and basically the whole joke was that nabaliktad yung "joke" kasi ako yung nag knock knock and tbh it was super fucking funny kasi nga it was so witty

we ended up talking and we clicked right off the bat and i could just sense right away na he was a no bullshit kind of guy; as in its super scary na sobrang tugma yung ugali namin and yung sense of humor namin (alam niyo yan, thats my biggest plus point)

whats also scary is - medyo same sila ng background ng ex ko: same line of work, same shift every night, same age, same ugali halos but im not dwelling on it that much

THIS IS WHERE IT GETS CRAZY: we were talking about sending each other photos na of ourselves tapos the moment he sent me a selfie of his, nagulat ako kasi SHUTANGINA NAG MATCH DIN KAMI SA BUMBLE JUST A FEW MINUTES AGO BEFORE WE STARTED TALKING SA REDDIT

like what are the fucking odds of that happening? how insanely coincidental diba? as in gulat na gulat kami and tbh as a very emotionally driven girl (and tbh the fact na talagang nangyari yun out of nowhere) makes me think na we were meant to meet each other

kasi wala naman siyang photo sa reddit, ako din walang photo, sa bumble we didnt message each other yet nag hi lang ako pero di pa siya nagrereply, tapos mangyayari yun? nako po lord ito na po ba yun

so yun, we've been getting to know each other na din naman, and my first impressions about him is that: sobrang confident niya about himself pero hindi siya mayabang which i really like, tapos nagkukusa siya, hindi yung napapafeel niya sakin na ako lang ang may gustong tumuloy nung convo

so yeah, its really exciting tbh and i really hope we get to talk more and to get to know each other even deeper and regardless of what happens, im just happy na i met someone new!

important thing to note: he's looking for the same thing as i am (a serious, genuine relationship) so i guess we're on the right track

#love #updates #reddit

[intelligentdumbass]

Doing school stuff or actually improving on drawing? Nah how about some stupid Hermes doodles-

#hermes #bastard #greek god #greek mythology #doodles #shitpost #yeah transparent sila-

[rjhpandapaws]

A Hand in the Matter

Chapter 12: Adopted by Strays

"So tell me about Garrett.” Silas said as he settled onto Richard’s couch. It was one of his rare days off and for once he wasn’t spending it at the theater, “What’s he like?” Richard rolled his eyes at the protective lilt to Silas’s voice, ‘Gavin.’ He corrected, ‘He Is Kind. Different From You And Connor. Rough Edges. Noisy.’ “You don’t normally like loud.” Silas remarked as Richard brought the drinks into the living room. ‘I Know.’ Richard agreed, ‘Something About His Noise Brings Comfort.’ “He brings liveliness with him.” Silas said, and then more absently, “Like Allen.” Richard paused. He hadn’t heard this name before, and he didn’t think he had been meant to now. Silas had let on that he made a new friend at work, but had never given a name. There was something in the way he said it. A reverence to it that he normally only reserved for Daniel. ‘Who A-L-L-E-N?” He asked. Silas froze for a moment, “Shit.” He scrambled to recover, “He’s just a friend from the theater, a new security guard. No one important.”

Richard stared at Silas over the rim of his mug. There was more to it than that. “No.” Silas responded, “Don’t you look at me like that. I’m here to talk about your newly acquired problem, not mine.” ‘Who Said He Was A Problem?’ Richard replied and Silas let out an annoyed huff. “Okay so I might be projecting a little.” He continued, “Anyway Gavin. Tell me about him. Starting why he was here for a whole fucking weekend.” Richard gestured to his now decorated apartment, ‘We Redecorated. He Is Friend From School. Very Kind. We Met At Cafe. He Has Cat.’ “There it is.” Silas said with a laugh, “He has a cat, that’s why you like him so much.” Richard rolled his eyes, ‘So Who A-L-L-E-N?’ “Fine.” Silas said with false annoyance to his voice, “I suppose it’s only fair that I tell you about my new friend since you told me about yours.” Richard nodded and waited for Silas to decide what things about Allen he wanted to share. There probably wouldn’t be much, but he clearly left an impression on Silas.

His brother was a private person. Both of them were really, but Silas did it oddly. Where Connor would avoid the topic or politely decline; Silas would give non-answers or selectively give information. Even though he didn’t typically say anything that helped to make it so someone understood the situation, they would feel like they did. He gave the illusion of transparency. It was the reason so many people thought they knew him well without actually knowing anything about him. There was a quiet sigh that marked Silas as being ready to talk, honestly, “He’s just a guy, there isn’t anything remarkable about him. Tall, brown hair, and eyes to match. You could lose him in a crowd without even trying.” He stopped and looked down at his tea, “But I always know he’s there. Even when I don’t see him. I’m hyperaware and I hate it. He’ s nice though, before you worry. Concerned for me not too unlike Daniel, but different at the same time.” ‘He Sounds Interesting.’ He didn’t really know how to respond. He wasn’t good with emotions, that was more of Connor’s thing. “He’s great.” Silas said it like a confession and Richard smiled.

‘I Happy For You.’ Richard said. Silas hummed, “Thanks.” They stayed like that for a while. Silas was back in his own thoughts and Richard let him be. He knew his brother had plans with Connor later so it was better if he got this out of his system now, otherwise Connor would go full big brother mode and that never ended well. “If you ever feel like it, you could introduce me to Gavin.” Silas said eventually, “I’ll be on my best behavior, I promise.” Richard smiled, this was a small gesture but it meant a lot since he’d never had a friend of his own, ‘After Finals.’ Silas nodded and placed his empty mug on the coffee table, “Sounds like a plan.” He looked at the time on his phone, “I’m gonna head home for a smoke and a shower. Connor wants to go out and do something now that we both have the time.” Richard could understand that. He needed time to decompress before going out as well, ‘Have Fun.’ “I’ll try.” Silas remarked as he stood, “I’m sure it will be fun once I’m ready.”

He walked Silas to the door and they hugged before Silas left. He did the dishes and put the mugs away so he wouldn’t have to do it later. Richard took out his phone to see if Gavin wanted to hang out. His most recent message was from Gavin letting him know he had plans with friends tonight. Gavin talked about them a lot. Chris and Tina, he seemed to like them and Richard wondered what they were like. They had borrowed Tina’s truck when they took his closet doors to be recycled but that was the closest he had come to meeting her. Richard was perfectly content with just Gavin, but he would like to meet the people he thought so highly of. The people who responsible for that stupid shit eating grin that always meant that he caused trouble and had gotten away with it. To thank them, he supposed, for making Gavin so happy. He put his phone away and went into the room that served as his office. He could draw for a while and then he’d probably go to sleep. He and Gavin had plans to study tomorrow and one of them had to be in a good state of mind. He figured Gavin would probably have a hangover from drinking more than he should have.

The sketch unsurprisingly turned into another drawing of Gavin. He looked up sports bar interiors so he could do the piece justice. Gavin was leaning on the table in his usual manner, with one forearm resting on it to prop it up the other elbow resting on it with his free hand gesturing in the air as he spoke. It took Richard a while to decide what the drink would be, but he eventually decided on beer. Gavin didn’t seem the type to do fancier drinks. When he checked the time again it was two in the morning. What was meant to be a sketch was now inked and flatly colored which wasn’t anything that he planned on doing. It was in his personal sketchbook so Gavin wouldn’t have to see it. He didn’t want to run the risk of creeping him out. He sat back and stretched with a sigh. It was time to call it a night if he wanted to be able to concentrate while they were studying. He picked up his sketchbook and put it in its place on the shelf. Away from his other sketchbooks so he didn’t run the risk of mixing them up. After that he got ready for bed.

He woke up his usual time. He rolled to turn of his phone alarm and found he had a few messages from his brother.

Connor: Hey. The cafe is going to be closed for a while. Connor: A pipe burst last night and there is a ton of water damage Connor: You’ll have to have your study dates somewhere else for a while. Me: Don’t worry. Just be safe. Me: They aren’t dates

Richard knew it would be a while before Gavin woke up. He had gotten a couple of drunk texts he still hadn’t been able to decipher. He finished getting ready for the day and deiced it was late enough in the morning to text Gavin and see if they could figure something out.

Me: The cafe is close for a few days because a pipe broke. Me: Is there another place we could meet?

About an hour passed before his phone chimed with a reply from Gavin.

Gavin Reed: There’s a place near me called Pawsome Coffee. It’s a cat cafe if that’s okay. Me: That works. Can you send me the address? Gavin Reed: Sure!

The cafe was a little out of his usual walking range, but it was nice out so he figured he could try. If he left now he could make it there by their meeting time. The walk was pleasant and he had caught his breath by the time Gavin made it. He was a little late, but that was normal. The cafe wasn’t too busy when they walked in, but it wasn’t long after they had opened. They ordered their drinks and settled at a table by the windows. He was barely able to get his things out before he was buried in cats. It started with a weight settling across his shoulders and he looked to find a short haired white cat lounging there like it was normal. Two more hopped onto the table. They grey one pawed at him and the rust colored one seemed content to just watch him. A black one settled in his lap and he was officially buried in cats. Gavin took sympathy and went to get their drinks once they were up. “Well aren’t you Mister Popular.” He joked as he set the drinks down and grabbed the rest of what they would need since he was significantly less trapped, “Normally it takes them a few visits for them to warm up to new people.” ‘I Not Do Anything Special.’ He said then pet the grey cat that was still persistently pawing at him. 

Gavin settled in at the table, “I think you just have that effect on cats and some people. Are you even going to be able to study like that?” ‘Yes.’ He replied as he stopped petting the now sleeping grey cat, ‘S-I-L-A-S worse.’ Gavin laughed, “There is that I suppose.” ‘Will You.’ He pressed. “Yeah.” Gavin said as he opened his textbook, “I used to study here all the time before I adopted Franklyn. She doesn’t like it too much when I come home smelling like other cats.” ‘Dirty Cheater.’ Richard signed in a deadpan. He wasn’t ready for Gavin to start coughing. Richard hadn’t seen him pick up his drink. That had been bad timing on his part. Gavin laughed as he caught his breath, “God damn it Richard, you can’t just say things like that when a guy is drinking his coffee. You could have killed me.” Richard rolled his eyes. He was being just as dramatic as ever which meant he was fine. They finally began studying, and Gavin had fewer questions than Richard thought he would. He was glad that Gavin had made so much progress. Especially since midterms started on Monday.

It only took him two hours to give in and pet the cats that were on and around him. Gavin had done well today and they both deserved a break. It was a stretch to justify his distraction, but it was the only way he could do this without feeling guilty. “Hey. So I have a question.” Richard looked up when Gavin spoke, he looked almost uncomfortable, “Chris and Tina were wondering if they could meet you. Apparently I talk about you a lot and they’re curious. Obviously if you don’t want to, just say so and I’ll let them know.” ‘Not Today.’ He didn’t have the spoons, ‘This Weekend Maybe? If You Not Busy?’ Gavin nodded, “How does Saturday sound? That’s Chris’s day off.” ‘Saturday Works.’ Richard said, ‘Can We Meet Here? Hand Brewed Hope Not Open.’ Gavin agreed an spent a little more time telling him about his friends. It was nice to know what he was in for. They sounded like fun and Richard was actually looking forward to it. They parted ways with plans to meet back at Pawsome Coffee on Saturday. He didn’t have the energy to walk back so he hailed a cab.

With meeting Gavin’s friends on the horizon Richard didn’t worry about his midterms at all. He was too busy worrying about making a bad first impression. He was a little odd according to most people and a lot of people didn’t take his being nonverbal very well. They always assumed that he was being rude. Gavin didn’t seem to mind it so he hoped his friends would be the same. When Saturday rolled around Richard wound up at the cafe before it opened. The walk had helped to clear his head but anxiety still bubbled beneath his skin. When the cafe opened he settled at the same table as last time. The same cats as before made themselves comfortable on him again. Chris was the first to show up. Richard noticed he had hearing aids and some his anxiety melted away. His being nonverbal wasn’t going to be a problem it seemed. He introduced himself and they went up to order their drinks. They signed to one another until Tina slid into the booth, then Chris began to interpret for him. It was nice. Gavin was the last one to show up, late again, but no one really cared.  He set his drink on the table and picked up the cat that was beside Richard so he could take its place, “I swear you keep treats or some shit in your pockets.”

‘I Thought You Said I Have Captivating Personality.’ Richard teased. “With people as well as cats apparently.” Gavin remarked as he rolled his eyes. “Captivating personality huh?” Chris laughed. “Oh shut up Chris.” Gavin said with no real anger to his words. Tina looked a little bit lost, “So am I the only one that doesn’t know Sign Language then?” “Yeah.” Gavin shrugged, “But I’m still learning so don’t worry.” ‘I Teach You If You Want.” He offered. Gavin spoke for him, “He said he would teach you if you would like. Or we could add him to the group chat.” “Why not both?” She replied, “But it really sounds like he has enough on his plate with tutoring you so Chris can teach me instead.” She gave Chris a gentle shove, “Lord knows we have enough time with all the hours we spend on patrol together or at our desks.” “Thanks for asking T.” He responded dryly, “But we aren’t here for that.” “True.” She agreed, “We’re here to have coffee and a good time.” The conversation picked up some after that. It was a lot of reminiscing, and despite not having been there for any of it, he still felt included. He learned a lot about Gavin and it was nice.

“We go out for drinks at a local bar on Fridays if you ever want to join us.” Tina offered as they got ready to leave. ‘Sounds Fun.’ Richard replied and Gavin let out a put upon groan. “We can cab together then I guess.” Gavin said with a slight smile. ‘Thank You.’ He was looking forward to it despite the fact that he didn’t drink. They went their separate ways outside of the cafe. Richard flagged a cab and felt his phone buzz.

Chris added Me to: Oh No! Its the Cops. Me: Thank you for today. I had a lot of fun. Tina: Of course! it was great to finally meet you. Chris: See you Friday! Gavin Reed: I’m in danger. Me: Only if you don’t take care of yourself. Tina: I like him Chris: Same

Richard smiled at his phone. For once he wasn’t nervous about having plans. He supposed he belonged to a group of friends now. It was funny how fact things could change. He still had his brothers, but now he had a group of friends of his own. There would be no more being passed between baristas and actors. Better yet, this time he wasn’t afraid. Even if he was, he had people he could turn to now.

#A Hand in the Matter #AHM #reed900 #dbh Gavin #dbh Nines #dbh fic #dbh

[boreothegoldfinch]

chapter 6 paragraph vi

Apart from school, I’d hardly seen Boris, except for a Saturday afternoon trip when my dad had taken us in to the Carnegie Deli at the Mirage for sable and bialys. But then, a few weeks before Thanksgiving, he came thumping upstairs when I wasn’t expecting him and said: “Your dad has been having a bad run, did you know that?” I put down Silas Marner, which we were reading for school. “What?” “Well, he’s been playing at two hundred dollar tables—two hundred dollars a pop,” he said. “You can lose a thousand in five minutes, easy.” “A thousand dollars is nothing for him,” I said; and then, when Boris did not reply: “How much did he say he lost?” “Didn’t say,” said Boris. “But a lot.” “Are you sure he wasn’t just bullshitting you?” Boris laughed. “Could be,” he said, sitting on the bed and leaning back on his elbows. “You don’t know anything about it?” “Well—” As far as I knew, my father had cleaned up when the Bills had won the week before. “I don’t see how he can be doing too bad. He’s been taking me to Bouchon and places like that.” “Yes, but maybe is good reason for that,” said Boris sagely. “Reason? What reason?” Boris seemed about to say something, then changed his mind. “Well, who knows,” he said, lighting a cigarette and taking a sharp drag. “Your dad—he’s part Russian.” “Right,” I said, reaching for the cigarette myself. I’d often heard Boris and my father, in their arm-waving “intellectual talks,” discussing the many celebrated gamblers in Russian history: Pushkin, Dostoyevsky, other names I didn’t know. “Well—very Russian, you know, to complain how bad things are all the time! Even if life is great—keep it to yourself. You don’t want to tempt the devil.” He was wearing a discarded dress shirt of my father’s, washed nearly transparent and so big that it billowed on him like some item of Arab or Hindu costume. “Only, your dad, sometimes is hard to tell between joking and serious.” Then, watching me carefully: “What are you thinking?” “Nothing.” “He knows we talk. That’s why he told me. He wouldn’t tell me if he didn’t want you to know.” “Yeah.” I was fairly sure this wasn’t the case. My dad was the kind of guy who in the right mood would happily discuss his personal life with his boss’s wife or some other inappropriate person. “He’d tell you himself,” said Boris, “if he thought you wanted to know.” “Look. Like you said—” My dad had a taste for masochism, the overblown gesture; on our Sundays together, he loved to exaggerate his misfortunes, groaning and staggering, complaining loudly of being ‘wiped out’ or ‘destroyed’ after a lost game even as he’d won half a dozen others and was totting up the profits on the calculator. “Sometimes he lays it on a bit thick.” “Well, yes, is true,” said Boris sensibly. He took the cigarette back, inhaled, and then, companionably, passed it to me. “You can have the rest.” “No, thanks.” There was a bit of a silence, during which we could hear the television crowd roar of my dad’s football game. Then Boris leaned back on his elbows again and said: “What is there to eat downstairs?” “Not a motherfucking thing.” “There was leftover Chinese, I thought.” “Not any more. Somebody ate it.” “Shit. Maybe I’ll go to Kotku’s, her mom has frozen pizzas. You want to come?” “No, thanks.” Boris laughed, and threw out some fake-looking gang sign. “Suit yourself, yo,” he said, in his “gangsta” voice (discernible from his regular voice only by the hand gesture and the “yo”) as he got up and roll-walked out. “Nigga gotz to eat.”

#boreo #the goldfinch #the goldfinch donna tart #donna tart #boris pavlikovsky #theodore decker #theo decker #boris x theo #theo x boris #finn wolfhard #ansel elgort #oakes fegley #aneurin barnard #the goldfinch book #book #books #quote #quotes #lgbtq #lgbtqia #lgbtqia+ #lgbt #gay #gay ship #gay ships #otp #mlm #the goldfinch quotes #the goldfinch quote #boreo quotes

[nikowlodeonx]

05/05/18 So yeah these people deserves to be here in my blog, yes yes. I had so much fun today bc of them, actually mga co teachers ko sila. From the left is sir Ryan then me, mam Shine and Sir Emil. And di lang sila basta basta teachers bc they are the bestest and bravest persons ever!! So kwento ko nalang din haha Ryan was actually bullied (yes kahit teacher na bbully) and he was bullied by our supervisors (yes you heard that right) so he went to PAO submitted a letter and demanded for a dialogue. Bc he was actually embarassed not just in front of his class, but, in front of the whole grade 12 students. Siya ung tipo ng tao na may katwiran!! Naloka ako nung nabasa ko letter niya Si mam shine, i like her personality kasi the moment i worked in STI legaspi she's the ONLY one asking me if im okay, im comfortable, etc. She is the oldest among us haha (26 na sya lol) but i dont think she already moved on with her long time bf (8yrs mamsh) so she decided nalang mag madre daw siya huh And lastly, emil!! He's one of a kind and i also admire his personality kasi he suffered from depression and anxiety but still, you can see him smile. You can talk to him about everything and anything. Sabay kami pumasok sa sti which is netong 2nd sem lang kaya mej naka bonding ko din to kasi nakasama ko sa orientations, etc. They are very transparent and certified true friends talaga!! Nagkita kita lang kami today kasi fiesta kila shine haha. So sayang kasi we will not work together anymore hays pero the friendship is still there. 💓 love these guiz Ps. Excuse my face im not used in posting my face in my blog lol

#gpoy #personal

[stefan4president]

can you point out your main issues with the prophecy?

Of course!

So, what we knew about doppelgängers pre season five was that they were created by nature as a way to right the wrongs, the wrong in this case being Esther using Tatia’s blood to create vampires, which goes against nature’s laws. So a doppelgänger would be born every 500 years so someone who knew about the doppelgänger thing could try to set things straight by eliminating vampires from their existence (something Esther tried to do in season three, if I remember correctly). It’s a plotline that has flaws, but overall it makes sense. The biggest flaw I can come up with was the 500 years thing: in 1492, Katherine was about 17 years old, whereas Elena was born around 1992 (give or take a few years) so she was born more than 500 years later than Katherine. But that’s the only thing that’s actually a pretty big plothole and it’s not something that actually affected the plot so I’m willing to overlook it.

But then along came CD and JP, combining their tremendous lack of talent and transforming the show into The DE Diaries, so suddenly everything had to become about DE and everything had to become an obstacle for them to overcome except not really because a real obstacle would be too huge for them to overcome, so everything they came up with was half-assed to make sure DE could “beat” it. Here are my biggest issues with the doppelgänger prophecy as it was introduced in season five (in no particular order):

- In season one, they made Katherine and Elena being related into a really big deal but in season five, they introduced Nadia (which was like so pointless) and made Nadia have all of these mommy issues about Katherine abandoning her. Except that if Katherine and Elena are supposed to be related, Nadia would have had to have a child as well, which she then abandoned to become a vampire and chase after Katherine. That would make Nadia a gigantic hypocrite.

- Klaus is more than a thousand years old. Are they seriously expecting me to believe he ran into three different female doppelgängers, but never knew Stefan was supposedly a doppelgänger as well? Especially considering the doppelgängers were supposed to be drawn together?

- If a doppelgänger was supposed to appear every 500 years as an attempt to restore nature’s balance, and Amara was the first one 2000 years ago, that means a total of four doppelgängers could have existed: one 1500 years ago we never met, then Tatia, then Katherine, then Elena. That would be four times Tessa could’ve witnessed “the doppelgängers falling in love, conquering all” which would make her saying “century after century, I watched versions of Stefan and Elena find each other like magnets, always the same story” kind of... ridiculous, lol. Because watching it happen four times in 2000 years is hardly torture, especially considering Tatia was torn between two brothers, neither of which were a male doppelgänger, and killed by them, Katherine never even met her doppelgänger as a human and she and Stefan didn’t exactly conquer all, and Elena and Stefan were broken up by the time Tessa was introduced, that just leaves us with one possible love story, that of the doppelgänger who was never introduced to us.

- The sole reason why Klaus hunted Katherine down for 500 years (and don’t get me started on how he couldn’t find her for 500 years when Elena and Rebekah tracked her down in a matter of days) was because she made the ritual impossible by becoming a vampire, the whole point of a doppelgänger was that she had to be human. Yet the Travelers didn’t have any problem using Stefan and Elena’s vampire blood in season five.

- If he doppelgängers were supposed to be born 500 years apart and find each other like magnets, it would make sense that they would be born within a few years from each other. Yet, like I mentioned before, Tatia didn’t find her doppelgänger even though she had already been married (I believe so? I never watched that TO episode but I think she was married and her husband died or something? It could be that her husband was the doppelgänger but if he was then why did he die at such a young age? That’s not a love story Tessa’d be better about). If the doppelgängers were supposed to have this magical recreation of Silas and Amara’s love story then wouldn’t you think she’d live a long and happy life married to her version of Silas? But that’s not what happened. And then Katherine was born and she had a child out of wedlock so again, it’s entirely possible that the father of that child was her doppelgänger but than a. again that’s nothing to be jealous of since she was banished from her family with her child ripped from her arms and the father was not around and b. she would’ve recognized Stefan when she saw him but she didn’t so it’s safe to assume she never met her doppelgänger when she was human. And then Stefan was randomly born around 1848 and he just happened to be there when Katherine passed him by in her carriage except how did nature know Katherine’d become a vampire and survive for so long and why was Stefan born in the USA and not in England where Katherine resided? Like that seems like an awful lot of coincidence when this spell was supposed to be so crafty and the universe was supposed to be so hellbent on bringing the doppelgängers together. And last but not least, Elena and Tom Avery were born around the same time but they literally never even met, so... yeah.

I’m pretty sure I’m still forgetting things but I’m sure you get my point. The doppelgänger prophecy was introduced as a weak attempt to dismantle SE (which backfired because not only is it canon that they fell in love on their own, if the spell was actually about bringing them together then why would Marcus bother with inserting visions in their head? He could’ve just flipped a switch and bam, they’d be in love and together again) and to have something DE could overcome because “oh look, their love is so strong they can beat the universe’ (universe’s? universe’? I hate English) will!!!!!!” and it’s just like lol no. It’s a weak and transparent af storyline from start to finish because CD and JP are weak and transparent writers.

#anti tvd #long post for ts #ask

[josieclarington]

FTF|| 7/8/17 ||Josie and Silas

 Ah right, I forgot you were miss popular. Yeah, I’ll stop by his room maybe. So, uh…you alright though? Last night seemed kinda rough for you. Usually when you’re all…uh..getting in trouble there’s more to it than just what’s on the surface.

@subsilask

And I keep telling you I’m hardly that.  [Josie laughed softly at his explanation] I’m okay....and apparently very transparent.  I woke up to the presentation results and while I’m relieved to actually have passed I got very upset that I’m being blamed for the whole charade where actually I thought, given the circumstances, I behaved fairly well.  [She shrugged] But all I’ve done now is upset Nate yet again and get punished yet again.  How was the big bed last night anyway?  I’m moving back in tonight, I hope you realise that!

#ftf:silas #silas

[zalrb]

Silas was a cheater n Amara is basically a evil b**** who stole her friend's fiancé . They both were manipulative piece of shit , n the rippling effect their spell created which resulted in doppelgängers . I think their punishment is they never get happy end n so does their doppelgänger because not only they are the product of evil doing n someone heart break in sk case Kat was loveless n in se case S loveless n in tom case he died all alone too SA never get happy end I think that was s5

I find it interesting that Amara is looked down upon more than Silas in this interpretation, I mean Silas was the one who pretended to love Tessa, got her to make an immortality spell, stole it and give it to Amara, like in my book what he did was a lot more fucked up than Amara but whatever. I don’t understand how you mean Stefan was loveless. But yeah the doppelganger sl is that they’re true loves who are doomed but I don’t take the doppelganger sl into account because it’s transparent retcon.

[savemefrommyselfxv]

Friday writes, Friday rights.

As opposed to the prev season of cold chords (lol)(hiatus ah hiatus)(ahah)(but why'd you falter)(insert voice note of a verse from a song I once sent to you ahah) ( Cmon - , what happened here. I told you to be patient I told you to be fine I told you to be balanced I told you to be kind )

 ok here's some honest:

1) I've been thinking about our friendship. 2) I actlly had a voice note letter I recorded last night (lol al kisah cant bring myself to type) but I didn't send through. mm.

3) I went to take a listen to the tanya sama hati rendition by Ust. N. and yeah. Much thoughts and cut throat reminders I need to rmmbr and hold fast to. I cannot falter, unworthy.

4) I took a listen back to our convo and audio notes exchange from that night of long rambles la HAHA like the night of your post Os thing and the exchange about the idea of unconditional vs conditional love and about investing in people vs being patient vs being selfish vs dead crops and flowers that robbed us of time vs expectations and disappointments vs seeing people as people as wholes and as beings that will forever have something for us to learn from andddd yeah wtv else that we talked about la amidst wtv else and rambles, mm.

5) There's a lot I can say. (lmao all the still unpublished writes)(and the two songs I didnt let you hear) but Idk I am withholding. for what reasons, I cant explain clearly.

6) aiy how was today's khutbah

7) ya alot of thoughts also. hm. And I'm trying v hard not to think of what your moral amphibianism phase consists of and wtv occured that led to the drama but yeah. Avoid zhon, not of my concerns so I shall not want to dig out negativity. I also probs aint got strength to be but an object of displacement, as much as I do want to help you or support you in good ways. (so yeah aha idk I suppose keep such stories as something you keep betw you and God that leads to munajat and do'a and longer sujuds etc)

8) tqw. (which links to the next post)

9) Issit stupid hahahahahah that I'm still afraid that I'm just a monkey bar to you and this is all just empty messing around and I am afraid that you have other side chicks (ahahah omg sorry for kasar bahasa) and idk this links back to tqw and yeah.

10) But then again, we're two free birds occasionally colliding meets when we come by the same garden to share. Which means I have no say for when you soar and venture into other gardens and meeting other doves and pigeons and hawks and eagles or rabbits and cats (lmao now this sounds like some buku kindergarten for kids to learn bout animal kingdoms)(lol lame pe aku HAHAH) Therefore my fear in no. 9 cannot be justified bcuz we aren't two who share the same nest. We're each garden seekers. (kudos if u even understand my metaphor)(lest it becomes like the have we reached the shore thats too hard to decipher)

11) We're not exactly speaking, are we? Transparency. But that might not necessarily be bad. Only God knows wisdom behind certain flows and certain withholds, of occurrences or conversations and the likes.

12) lmao I'm bad at sustaining short convz man AHAH I always just let it die. Unless depth and purpose or mind enriching. For that, I apologize.

so there's that. sila baca one more time ahah. what a long write.

also: dinner with my team bravo later yay HAHA