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7383839 weeks of waiting for you to text me back

/ crazy cause i’ve been rewatching the entire series like 73838 times

@slyshrieks   I KNOWWW i miss everyone tho !!!!! how r u girl

\       fr  cause we got nothing interesting here besides u guys   its LIKE everything is deaaaaaad

FAVE!!!

@bitchteria I AM HERE

@delsangue  come back 

@delsangue   Omgggggg

@defiesfate   /miss u more cutie

@defiesfate    ,  what did you say?  you dance?  finally!  i knew you were playing, torres.  third time really is the charm, huh. 

(  …  )    even  in  the  crack  era  i  always  tried  too  hard

@salviathea / slayed too hard 

/    the salvawhore era …

@FORSAKENLY  ,   ohh, right. that’s why it looks so incredibly unappealing.   please, by all means, continue impressing the glass.

/     < 3

/    lalala

/ hits you

“to be honest with you, mystic falls has lost its flare for me. maybe i’ve befriended too many locals to harm by now, but regardless, new york is looking rather attractive to me. the city of lights hasn’t been hit by a vampire rampage in a long time.” her lips are graced by a grin, her brows rising and hands squeezing his, “what do you say? should we owe the rave a visit?”

@salviathea   he wrapped his arms around stella in a gentle embrace. he can’t help it —peaceful and angelic; she’s got that mystique down to art — and he chuckles at her comment. "well being free of katherine lite does have its perks. and i can only imagine the mischief you've been brewing in that pretty little head of yours."
            
            as she pulled away, he adopted a playful smirk, yet couldn’t resist a teasing jab. "now, as for our next adventure, don't worry. i’ve spared you from the french quarter drama this time. no deadly witches with a grudge, promise. maybe we'll just stick to raising a little hell in mystic falls. its been too quiet without you causing a little stir, after all."

“my brothers don’t know what fun is anymore now that they’re prowling all over elena, which leaves me to my own devices. i think i’m doing pretty well in that regard.” once stella is done fixing her hair and removing the clay adorned apron, she then makes her way to claudio with her arms in the air. they settle for his torso to wrap around, a hug so gentle yet emphasised with the little tightness she applies to him. my oh my, what an angel.
            
            “don’t i always look peaceful? i’ve truly mastered the mystique of the feminine. but trust me, my head is not nearly as quiet as my appearance.” taking a step back, head tilting and eyes narrowing at him, “you’re going to suggest we /do/ something about that, aren’t you? please tell me it doesn’t involve the French quarter, they don’t like me enough to tolerate whatever you have planned.”