"Love isn’t practical. It isn’t meant to be easy. It doesn’t appear on command. It doesn’t let you fall for whomever you’d like. It surfaces neither at the most opportune moment nor in the most convenient. It’ll pair you with someone you might never have expected. It’ll put you face to face with endless obstacles. But in the end, none of that will matter because it’s how you overcome its obstacles that will define your love. It may not be practical, but love is ultimately the best thing that will ever happen to you.
"Come on," Katherine exasperates "it’s no big deal. Nothing a little lingerie and a lap dance can’t fix".
"Katherine!" Stefan scolds, matching Caroline’s scowl, who lifts her head for the sole purpose of showing her irritation at Katherine’s idea.
"What?" Katherine looks back at them innocently "From my personal experience, there are two ways to make amends with your man. One: Sex."
"Please" Stefan contradicts incredulously "Sex might offer a temporary distraction but you can’t just make us forget about the whole issue because you… use your sex appeal".
"Sweetie" Katherine begins seriously "I can make you do whatever I want using my sex appeal".
Caroline shakes her head from side to side, contemplating Katherine’s thoughts before shaking the absurd idea off. Sure, she can use sex as a part of an “I’m sorry” strategy, yet it doesn’t sound right to her “What’s the other way?” she interrupts Stefan’s forming argument.
"I don’t know, I never had to use it" Katherine smiles deviously at her, a response that makes wrinkle her nose in disgust, and makes Stefan seem as though he would rather to be anywhere but with them right that instant "It’s not my fault Elijah likes what I do with my tongue".
Stunning cover made by nfinneman
Idris Elba | AMERICAN GANGSTER (2007)
"What the fuck you gonna do Frank, huh? You gonna shoot me, in front of everybody? Huh? Come on…"
Well, time to grab some dinner and then hit the couch for some Idris edit makin’, Idris watchin’, and then Olicity fic readin’. #BLESS
Yes you do. All of the above.
I need to make another Idris edit for my sideblog.
I also have given myself the goal of reading some of Katie’s Olicity fics tonight as well…
PLUS, I have the third part of Idris Elba: King of Speed to watch.
BUSY NIGHT, FOLKS!
"And her fucking lips are like the G A L A X Y ’ S E D G E
And her kiss the color of a constellation F A L L I N G into place”
THERE GOES THE NEIGHBORHOOD | by willowaus
Series based on Melissa’s (goldcaught) “neighbors au” request/idea/need.
"klaroline au thing where vampire caroline in chicago wakes up one morning to find the freaking hybrid king douchelord of vampires has taken up residence of the top 3 floors of her building like he couldnt find a swankier penthouse to invade or some other blonde to look at like that and it just doesn’t even make sense, real estate-wise, it’s not centrally located or anything like what kind of court or whatever could he possibly run out of the place and are you friends with his majesty over there or something stefan SERIOUSLY? and SHENANIGANS that end in lots of sex and accidental eternal love oops" (X)
TVD 30 Day Challenge | Day 2 - Favourite Female Character
"So you’re saying that now, I’m basically an insecure, neurotic, control-freak on crack?"
There’s something so foreign about family… like an ill-fitting suit. I never connected to the concept. — You created a family for yourself.
You all should thank Nicole for making this amazing cover that inspired me to actually finish this thing.
Caroline’s voice reverberated through the penthouse and Klaus couldn’t help but smile as she called for him again, her heels clacking against the wood floor as she made her way down the hallway. He almost let her know precisely where he was, Hybrid hearing allowed him to hear her over the Tchaikovsky that was currently playing as he put brush to canvas, but he preferred having her seek him out. He could almost imagine her frustrated sighs, that adorable little bite of her lip as she peeked in rooms before utilizing her vampire hearing to actually find him.
“I swear you heard me calling for you,” she grumbled, lowering the volume on the stereo system as she entered the room.
“I knew you’d find me, sweetheart,” he continued working on his painting, trying to capture the light in it that had been avoiding his grasp for the last week. It was infuriating and he hoped he wouldn’t be destroying this one like he had all the others that didn’t live up to his expectations.
“Why did I just get one of these delivered to me?” she demanded, and he could hear her waving something in the air—no doubt the invitation to the ball that he’d deliberately had hand delivered to her residence.
A quick glance back confirmed his guess. “I’d think its rather obvious why you’d be getting one of them.”