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diarywritiing replied to your post: Why do so many of you like pineapple on pizza?

how do you not Cherie?!

Listen, my family is from the Caribbean they didn’t really fuck with pizza until they decided to move to the U.S.

Fun fact: Pizza was ruined for my poor grandfather because someone told him that the sauce was made of human blood and after that, he couldn’t look at it/eat it even after he found out it wasn’t true. It scarred him for life. 

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‘intimate’

falling asleep over skype or chat 

They’d been skyping all evening, and it was a wonder that they had anything left to talk about, but they did. It got to around 4am when Bonnie’s eyes started to itch and her concentration began to fail her. She wanted to be there for Elena though.

She moved her laptop so it was beside her and not on her lap, and rested her head on her pillow so Elena could still see her but to avoid the backache that threatened her from sitting up for so long.

However, this only made the sleepiness worse and, unable to help herself, her eyelids fell closed and her breathing evened. Out like a light.

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diarywritiing replied to your post: lol me: let me make some new characters also me:...

I feel this … so much

it’s the worst kind of torture ok lmao

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Pucker up! ( -runs away after sending- )

romantic kiss

Stefan couldn’t help himself. She had just said yes to going out with him after all of this time. And he was happy. Excited really. So he pulled her towards him and pressed his lips onto hers. He kissed her passionately, but softly. He wanted her to know how he felt. And how happy he was that she had said yes.

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diarywritiing:

Elena didn’t put up a struggle, nodding to the woman’s words. Her heart seemed to slow, into a steady pace and the doppelganger had a difficult time keeping her eyes open. She quickly slipped into a state of sleep, and was awoken minutes later with EMT checking over her and asking her questions that she didn’t know the answer too.

The days after felt like a blur and Elena didn’t even feel truly present at the funeral. It felt surreal, Elena Gilbert was seventeen years old with a sixteen year old brother to look after … she was far too young to have the wait of this on her shoulders but she carried it anyways. Trying to be both elder sister and guardian to her brother, Jenna was a help but at the same time she felt like she was raising her Aunt too.

One of the only solaces the girl found was visiting her parents’ graves, much like now. Sitting with her back against one of the tombs and flipping her diary open to a blank page so she could begin to write. So lost in her words, Elena wasn’t pulled out until she got the feeling of being watched. Her paranoia was strong enough for brown eyes to glance around, as if looking for another body in the graveyard.

“… . Hello?”

She had been keeping tabs on the girl, of course, since their first encounter.  She had no intention of letting another doppelganger escape her grasp -- which meant that Elena Gilbert, for all intents and purposes, was the safest citizen of Mystic Falls.  Nik had other matters to attend to, from time to time, during which she used others for her purposes.  None that knew just who this girl was, or why she was so important...but they didn’t need that knowledge.  They were simply compelled into doing as they were told, after all.

While she was undeniably skilled in the art of delegation, every once in awhile, the Original would prefer a more...personal touch to things.  It was, after all, immensely important to her that the doppelganger come to no harm -- not before everything was ready, and the full moon was upon them.  That, regrettably, seemed as though it would still be quite a ways away at present, considering the fact that the Moonstone, all important to reversing the curse that had been placed upon her by the original witch, had yet to be located.

It meant longer to wait...but she had already waited a thousand years.  So long as no harm befell her precious doppelganger, then the rest of the ingredients were easy enough to come by.  After all, werewolves and vampires were a dime a dozen, if one knew where to look for them.  It seemed a touch morbid, the way the girl seemed so fond of whittling away the hours in a cemetery of all places, but then, Nik was hardly complaining.  It made her all the more easy to keep tabs on, to observe.  Graveyards were oft left empty, and the less threats -- potential or actualized -- crossed her path, the better.  Nik would abide none of them.

It took her quite awhile to react in any way -- whether it was the somewhat eerie atmosphere that most humans attributed to graveyards as a whole, or the fact that she felt she was being watched remained to be seen -- but Nik could hear the change immediately, almost feel the nearly imperceptible shift in her heart rate and respiration.  She toyed with the idea of not revealing herself for a few moments, to remain silent and unseen as she had been for the past several months...but decided against it after her deliberations.  She had her reasons, of course, but they were hers, and hers alone.

Making her way through the rows of headstones, she feigned a moment of surprise, her expression tempered with mild confusion as the girl called out.  Green eyes swept the rows until they fell on the brunette, and a faint, apologetic smile worked its way across her features.  “I’m sorry,” she started, taking a step closer as she spoke, her tone nothing but mild and good mannered, “I didn’t mean to startle you.  I’m new to town, and, well, I’d heard that there was quite a bit of history here, so I thought I’d come and see for myself.”  She paused once more, standing before the human girl now, offering her a hand and a smile.  “Nikole.  And you are...?”